21: The Scars You Can't See The nightmares weren’t stories. They were sensory prisons. Wes jolted awake not from a chase, but from the feeling...the gut-drop of seeing the Audi, the phantom scent of Millie’s gardenia perfume mixed with fresh paint, the cold numbness...
11: Connecting The Dots Wes drove not to the cabin, but past it. He took the old logging road higher into the foothills, the truck jolting over ruts until the trees opened onto a rocky overlook. He killed the engine. The silence was absolute. Below, the lights of...
CH 1-10 Chapter | 33 Summary He left a town full of questions. He came back to a town full of lies. Seven years ago, Wesley Hanson ran. Now he’s back in his Montana hometown, a stranger in the place that raised him. The townsfolk’s stares are cold, the woman he left...