ETHAN'S POV

I read the blog over and over again, my eyes blinking each time, like my brain needed to reset after every sentence.

  No matter how many times I read it, the words didn’t change. They stared back at me, sharp, mocking, unrelenting.

  My gaze drifted upward toward the date it was published, just a few hours ago.

  That couldn’t be right. My jaw clenched, my breath catching in my throat as a cold shiver ran down my spine.

  This wasn’t possible.

  This was the same post, the exact one a reporter had published over five years ago, back when Elena died. I could still remember that week vividly...