Chapter 89 – Lost Memories
James hadn't told anyone he was going back.
Not the board. Not security. Not even Dominic.
He drove alone.
The road to Willow Creek felt narrower than he remembered. Or maybe he was bigger now-older, heavier with truth.
The house appeared around the bend like a faded photograph.
White siding. Blue shutters. A porch swing
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