28. Macy

Chapter 28

Macy

W ith his knees to his chest, back against the wall, Grayson is a mess on the floor, like he's in some sort of trance. "That happy boy you knew, the one you told Sarah you loved? He's gone, Macy. He died the day his family did!"

When I was a kid, the summer Daniel and Delilah were gone, I overheard people in town talking about a car accident that killed a local family. It couldn't have been the Wrights. Someone would've told me. Besides, the man who bought their house told me they moved.

But how is he living in the same house he lived in as a kid? Why did he move back? Where did he go, all those years ago?

I sink to the floor in front of Grayson. It doesn't even seem like he notices me here, like he's someplace else entirely in his mind. "Grayson?" I whisper.

"No, no, no," he mutters, eyes unseeing.

"Sh. It's okay." Is it, though?

Was I just a pawn he played with for the mere purpose of entertainment? Was any of it real? My hands shake, and I try to process what's happening, unsure of what to do.