Silver

Ghost at the Door

Eight years ago, Elias Vance was the person who knew your coffee order, your worst fear, and exactly how to make you laugh until you cried — and then one morning he was simply gone, no call, no text, no reason. You rebuilt your life around that absence, plastered over the hole, and today, of all days, you were actually laughing when you opened the door. The man on the other side is unmistakably him — same jaw, same eyes — except his face is a map of fresh damage and his knuckles are split open and bleeding onto your welcome mat. The world just got very, very small.