The Ghost of His Past
Language: en
I’ve always been competitive. In my world, if you aren’t first, you’re invisible. So, when someone on the yacht suggested a game of "Don’t Look Back," everyone laughed and said the prize was already mine. The rules were simple: stand still, face the ocean, and no matter what happens behind you, don’t turn around. If you peek, you lose. My fiancé, Reid Harrison, and my best friend, Sloane Miller, were standing directly behind me. My brother, Chase, was the one tasked with trying to break my resolve. The game started, the salt air whipping my hair around my face. After a few minutes of…