Later that night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events of the day in my mind. There was no denying it anymore. Landon was back, but he wasn’t the same. He was different, darker, more intense. And I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something he wasn’t telling me.
As I drifted into an uneasy sleep, I couldn’t help but wonder: What if there was more to Landon’s return than I could possibly imagine? ---
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