Chapter 81: Haunted by the Past

RHYS

We had just finished a five-kilometer run in the park. Wyatt bent down to tie his shoelace.

“Don’t forget, eight o’clock at Dexter’s house,” he said, standing up.

Dexter and I exchanged glances. Wyatt was hiding something from us. He seemed unusually excited this morning.

“I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make it,” I said, remembering Tessa would be there.

“What happened? Did you two fight? Yo