Evan stood frozen.The words felt heavy, hanging in the space between them. You were the one who killed me."What?" he managed to whisper.Adam stepped back from the doorway, gesturing inward. "Come in. We should talk."Evan didn't budge. "I'm not going in there.""Fine." Adam leaned against the doorframe, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. "We can talk out here."A heavy silence fell. Above the motel office, a flickering light hummed and buzzed. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked into the night."I don't even know what you're talking about," Evan said, his voice trembling slightly."Yes, you do." Adam tilted his head, studying him. "You remember the old timeline. I can see it in your eyes that look people get when they've seen way too much."Evan’s hand drifted toward the knife tucked in his pocket. "Who are you?""Adam Cole. I was a survivor. Just like you." He paused, his expression darkening. "But I died differently. You killed me."Evan just stared, speechless. "I don't