Lost Girl

I used to think my mother was just paranoid—a woman always on edge, always looking over her shoulder. I never believed her fears were real.

Not until I watched her die.

Now I’m stuck in a town I’ve never heard of, living with an uncle I didn’t know existed, trying to make sense of a life built on secrets. I thought I came here for answers. Closure. Maybe even a little peace.

Instead, I found him.

Peter is new here too—charming, confident, and far too interested in me. He watches me like he knows something I don’t. Like he’s been waiting.

I should stay away. But every time I pull back, he pulls me in deeper.

And the closer I get to Peter, the more I start to wonder:

What if my mother wasn’t running from something imagined?

What if she was running from him?