Chapter 5

Caleb's face went pale as he stared at me in disbelief.

When his eyes flew open again, he instinctively clutched his chest.

His body still remembered the agony of being stabbed.

He looked around. The road was right beside him.

The quiet night was empty, not a soul in sight.

He looked down at his clothes.

It was his school uniform.

Back then, he was dirt poor.

He was pulling all-nighters for the SATs and hustling for scholarships.

The pressure was so intense that instead of complaining, he blurted, "Let's run away together!"

I froze, caught off guard by his…