Rowan’s POV

He sat back, tapping his fingers together thoughtfully. “It sounds to me like you’re struggling with a deep sense of guilt, Rowan. Guilt that may not entirely be yours to bear. But the question is—are you running from the truth, or are you afraid of facing it?”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “I’m not running,” I muttered, though the doubt gnawed at me.

Dr. Frank’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had found the crack in my armor. “Are you sure about that? You’ve built a pattern of destruction, Rowan. Fire. Death. And always, you’re the last...