Noah shook his head violently, forcing the images of fire and stakes to dissolve. He was in Covington now. It was 2023. He was a student. He was just a boy with a date on Friday.
He looked at his phone again. Katherine’s number was there. She was a fresh start. She was "normal."
"Don't live in the past," he whispered to the empty room, his voice a ghost of the boy he used to be. "Just be a teenager, Noah. Just for once."
But as he looked out the window at the dark woods bordering the property, he couldn't help but feel that the past wasn't done with him yet.
