ALLISON.

The basement passage was pitch black and the air damp and stale. No light. No fresh air. It was straight out of a nightmarish horror movie we used to watch as kids. Only this time, we were the protagonists. The place was so dark I couldn’t see a thing, but Sullivan’s grip on my hand was firm, guiding me through the darkness.

The memory hit me out of nowhere, Sullivan holding my hand when we were kids, guiding me through the woods after I’d fallen and scraped my knee. He used to ...