I lose him.
One second, he's there—between the trees—and the next, he's just... gone. Like the shadows swallowed him whole.
My heart pounds, adrenaline fading into confusion. I spin around, scanning the grounds like a madwoman. Behind the bushes? No. Near the garden path? Empty. I even glance up, like maybe he climbed a damn tree or something. But nothing. Just wind and silence and me, breathing way too fast.
"Great," I mutter to myself, pushing a hand through my hair. "I'm officially losing it."
Maybe August is right. Maybe I do need a therapist. Maybe I am seeing things. People who look like ghosts from my past. People who have no business being here, especially ones that look way too much like Reece.
I let out a shaky breath and turn to head back—back to the mansion, back to preten
