“They’re leaving.”
Helen held her breath.
“Why?”
Ryan tilted his face toward a window he could no longer see.
For once, he seemed completely calm.
“Because I don’t need them to survive the dark anymore.”
And perhaps that was the closest thing to victory Alan Reeves never intended Ryan Mercer to have.
🕯️ Some prisons have walls.
Some prisons are built inside the mind.
And sometimes surviving does not mean becoming who you were before.
Sometimes it simply means reclaiming enough of yourself to know that the darkness no longer owns you.
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