CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
Creek Town.
The last time I’d been here was with Adam, for that late-night horror movie screening in the drive-by theater. The memory surfaces uninvited but not unwelcome, bringing with it a smile that tugs at the corners of my lips. That night… that laughter, the way he pretended not to be scared but jumped harder than I’d seen anyone during the film, it’s all locked away in a little corner of my heart. One of those memories I’d tuck into a velvet-lined box and seal shut, safe and warm.
But today’s visit feels nothing like that night.
“Alright,” Adam says, sliding back into the driver’s seat after speaking to a local at the general store. “Turns out the first address is just up the street. Second house on the left, blue door.”
I nod, wordless. My heart is already
