(GRAYSON'S POV)
By the time I reach the address he sent, the sun is already dipping down the sky, the last rays of daylight bleeding across the windshield. I glance at the dashboard clock.
4:58 PM.
Two minutes early. As if being on time will save me.
I take a deep breath that barely fills my lungs, turn the engine off, and step out of the car. The door shuts behind me with a hollow thud that echoes through the empty street. When I look up, the church towers over me like some ancient ruin waiting to swallow me whole. The stone walls are cracked, strangled by overgrowth, the vines climbing so high they almost hide the broken cross at the peak.
I check both ends of the street.
Not a single soul in sight.
A chill crawls across my shoulders and I can't stop my mind from whispering the possibility I've been avoiding since he texted me.
What if he told me to meet him here so no one would hear me scream.
