Ivan
This can't be happening.
The moment the shadows touched me, I felt the presence of a soul I didn't think I'd sense again. It was powerful, and he hadn't lost any strength, even after death. I hear his voice, not a distant echo or a jumbled mess of sounds. My uncle was talking to me, and the urgency of what he was saying cemented me to the spot. I don't know how to feel about this. Through all of this, I've felt every emotion you can regarding this man.
I've gone from loving him to mourning his loss, and now I'm unsure if I hate him.
"I'm doing all of this for you, Ivan. I know you're too young to understand, but I need you to do something for me." The memory I don't remember having manifests, and I'm no longer on the road. Instead, I'm in the old packhouse sitting on the couch. My uncle knelt before me. "I know you're angry, but all of this will make sense one day."