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Three Years Dead

Author: Mimi
last update publish date: 2026-05-20 16:30:54

The kitchen was quiet.

Lena's phone sat on the table between us. The screen was dark now, but the messages were burned into my memory. Drake's words. Lena's fear. Promises made. Promises broken.

"Three years," I said.

Rex looked at me. "What?"

"Victor has been dead for three years. The real Victor. Not the body double. Not Marco. The real Victor Thorne."

"How do you know?"

I picked up Lena's phone. Turned it on. Scrolled to the messages.

"She wrote about it. The night Victor died. She said she
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