Hollis Rhodes

The ice is the only place I don’t feel like I’m drowning, but lately even that isn’t safe.

When VFU hires a new sports psychologist and I discover it’s the camp counselor I hated when I was fourteen, I don’t know how I’m supposed to let him inside my head.

Wren looks at me like he knows exactly what’s buried in the dark recesses of my mind, in the blank spaces between the epilepsy and the cold, black water. And he’s been waiting eight years to dig it up.

I can’t decide if I want to fight him or let him ruin me.

Wren Callahan

Viridian Falls was supposed to be a graveyard for my demons, but I’m forced to return because they haven’t left me alone. They still watch me through a dirty, broken window.

And they have the same eyes as Hollis Rhodes.

I spent eight years hating him for running, for leaving me to a fate worse than death while his brain erased the evidence. But justice gets complicated when he’s begging for things neither of us should want.

As much as I want to finally bury the past, I can’t. Not when it’s still hunting us both.