Letters After life

Four years ago, I trusted someone who was supposed to become my family. Instead, I lost my home, the people I loved, and everything I once considered mine. And when I needed him most, he disappeared. I told myself he was dead. That it would be easier that way. That eventually, hatred would replace everything else.

I was wrong.

When the world began to collapse, the dead rose, and everyday life became a fight to survive, he appeared again. Alive. Still a stranger, yet somehow still so familiar. Santiago had come for something he claimed belonged to him.

I thought the most terrifying thing in this new world was the dead waiting beyond the walls of our shelter. Turns out, I was wrong about that too.

Kairon has too many secrets. My past has too many missing pieces. And there is something inside me I never understood, something others are now afraid of.

Santiago wants answers. I want to understand why my life became this story in the first place.

And the closer we get to the truth, the harder it becomes to know who I should fear more: the people hunting me, or the man I once loved and swore to hate.

Because sometimes the past doesn't come back to be fixed. It comes back to finish what it started.