Blake's POV

I closed the door hurriedly, eager to escape that memory. I shut the door back, hoping that it would shut the memory away

Shaking my head, I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned on the wall, massaging my forehead with my hand, the headache that had begun blooming had concentrated at my fore head

I had locked that memory away, far from my reach, so that I would not recall it and here it was despite that, showing me that I could not outrun it, I could not outrun the fact that my ...