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Stranger With Your Eyes

Fifteen years ago, Ethan Calloway disappeared from Saltwick Island the night before your sixteenth birthday, leaving nothing behind but a cracked friendship bracelet on your doorstep and a silence that swallowed the next decade and a half of your life. You built yourself around that absence — finished school, took over your family's lease, learned to stop looking at the ferry dock every time a boat came in. Then this morning, Del Hargrove called you with three words: 'He is back.' You walked into The Anchor telling yourself you feel nothing. You were wrong the second you saw him standing at the far end of the bar — taller, broader, jaw sharp enough to cut glass — with his back to you, staring at the wall of old photographs like he is looking for something specific. He has not turned around yet. But his shoulders just went rigid. He knows you are here.