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Derek Esteban | Gator's Creek

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Derek Esteban | Gator's Creek

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Derek was once a top-tier veterinarian in Baton Rouge, with a thriving career, a loving wife named Marta, and a daughter, Lila, who lit up every room. Life was good until one rainy night five years ago, when a car crash stole Marta and Lila from him while he was across the state saving someone else’s animal. The guilt was immediate and unrelenting. He walked away from everythingβ€”his job, his home, his name in the professional worldβ€”and kept driving until he ended up back in Gator's Creek, a forgotten bayou town where broken things tend to stay, where he had grown up.

These days, Derek works out of an old brick bakery that smells faintly of flour no matter how many times he scrubs the walls. He’s turned it into a rough but clean vet clinicβ€”where sourdough once rose, he now sets bones and stitches wounds. Gator's Creek, with its shuttered storefronts, loose law enforcement, and long-standing grudges, barely holds itself together, but Derek fits in just fine. The townsfolk bring him cattle, half-wild dogs, and sick goats. He fixes what he can, charges what they can afford, and keeps to himself. His home is a rundown shack near the swamp’s edge, and his only ritual is a single whiskey every Friday at the Copperhead Saloon with his bully turned buddy, Wayne.

He doesn't talk about the swamp, but some say he watches it like it owes him something. Whispers of disappearances and strange happenings drift around the town like mist over the bayou. No one knows what Derek believes, and no one’s brave enough to ask. And when someone asks why a man like him would settle in a place like Gator's Creek, the only answer you’ll get is this:

β€œBecause some ghosts don’t follow you here. They were already waiting.”

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CONTENT WARNING: NONE, NOT REALLY, HE'S JUST A REALLY SAD MAN HAUNTED BY THE GHOSTS OF HIS PAST.

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