Lies, Love, and Loss

é, David Reed, was dead, lost to the sea in a hiking accident.

him, the resemblance to David was shocking, a ghost in my living room with

rept closer, the door ajar. "You have to be more careful, David. She almost looked at you funny today," Eleanor

upposed terminal illness ran its course. I was a backup plan, a safety net. His

my room, locking the door. My brother Chris called, saying I' d sent a blank text. I heard

te look that said, "I have him. You have nothing." My mind went bl