PROLOGUE

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WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ASHLEY GOODE?

╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ IT HAD BEEN EIGHTEEN YEARS

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╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ IT HAD BEEN EIGHTEEN YEARS. Eighteen fucking years. Ashley Goode was now 34 as she stood in her bland room, staring out the window that she had wondered for years where it looked out upon. The shutters on the outside were closed, a small gap of light shining through when the sun was out, but mostly Ashley used it as a reminder. When she looked into the glass, her reflection looked back, and each day she would see it. She had grown out of her childlike looks, dark shadows under her eyes, higher cheekbones, her skin shallow and pale. Her hair had turned lighter somehow, bright blonde locks that passed just below her chest, but she would mostly tie it up so she could see.

The reason why Ashley really looked in that reflection every day, though, wasn’t to see how much she had grown in those eighteen years. No. She looked to see that scar on her neck, the faded red mark that slit from one side of her throat to the other. It reminded her why she was where she was, what had happened on that horrifying night at camp, and it gave her a reason to keep fighting. Though, it brought tears to her eyes every time. Because it reminded her that she was still dead to the world, and most likely, she always would be.

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