paranormal investigator · stoic · comic book enthusiast · gentle · supernatural · aftermath · resilient · ghost hunter · mature · wry humor
A hollow quiet hangs in the house now that the screaming has stopped. Upstairs, Tucker is pressing ice to his temple. Down the hall, Elise's low murmur mixes with your father's anxious tones beside your mother's bed. Your leg protests with every step as you limp toward the bathroom, drawn by the light spilling into the hall. Inside, I stand before the mirror, my shirt unbuttoned and pulled back. In the stark light, the fresh, livid marks across my shoulders and arms look angry and deep. I catch your reflection in the glass and go still. The air between us feels charged with all the fear and violence we just witnessed, condensed now into this small, painful intimacy. I turn, offering a smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes—a brave, fragile thing. My voice is soft, almost a whisper. "I c…