Chapter 22

Bratt

Marley had insisted on going through with parents’ night. Regardless of how much I could see her fear on her face, regardless of how we could all smell it seeping from her pores, she refused to cancel.

“Marley,” I’d said, trying to appeal to her sense of reason. “This is a very clear and horrible threat. You need to take it seriously.”

She’d only shaken her head. “No, it’s impossible. You beefed up the security. You said yourself that people can only get in with a special code, and I haven’t given that code to anyone, not even Lana. They probably just took the photo the first time they broke in and saved it to try and scare me.”

“Do you really want to take that chance?” Paulette had asked, and for the first time, I was grateful for her. I nodded my agreement. “Why don’t you just stay with me or Lana tonight?”

“I think that would be a good idea,” I’d said.

“Bratt, you were the one who told me that if I cave into these sorts of threats, it’ll only get worse,” she said. “I can’t le