Echoes in the Dark

Previously

…“We can do this,” Benji said, his voice firming with newfound conviction. “We can tell each other. We can trust each other.” Alex nodded, the weight on his shoulders lifting just a fraction. The fear was still there, a cold, persistent hum beneath the surface. His mother was still gone. The town was still a minefield of potential deception. But in this moment, in the hushed sanctuary of the library, he and Benji had found an anchor. They had found a way to see past the masks, to hear the true echo in the dark. Their loyalty, forged in the crucible of shared experience, was their weapon. And it was a weapon Copycat might not be able to replicate.