Beneath the Surface of Safety

Previously

…A fragile thread of hope. It wasn’t much, but it was something. “Thank you, Eva,” I said, my voice raspy. “Be careful, Alex,” she said, her voice softer now. “Some ghosts don’t stay buried for a reason. And when they come back, they tend to bring their chains with them.” The line went dead. I stood there, the phone still in my hand, the weight of Eva’s words settling upon me. The Broker was back. My carefully constructed life was in jeopardy. And I had just opened a door to my past, a door I had fought so hard to keep shut. The sun had finally dipped below the horizon, plunging the world into twilight. The real darkness was just beginning.