Chapter 5: A New Madison

After I left, Sarah eyed me like I’d grown horns. "Girl, are you possessed? Should I call Ghostbusters or just sage your whole damn house?"

I couldn’t blame her. In high school, I’d been obsessed with Tyler—waiting for him after school, baking cookies till my hands were raw, wearing his letterman jacket like a badge of honor. My crush was so obvious it was embarrassing. But that version of Madison? She was dead, buried under betrayal and acid scars.

The girl standing here now? She’d already died once. And she was never letting anyone walk over her again.