登入Sienna stared at the photograph.She couldn't look away.The man standing beside her mother wasn't supposed to exist.Not anymore.“Jace…”“I see him.”His voice was strangely calm.Too calm.Sienna looked at him.“You know who he is?”Jace nodded slowly.“My father's lawyer.”Her stomach dropped.“Your father's lawyer?”“Daniel Cross.”Sienna's fingers tightened around the photograph.“But Daniel died.”Jace looked at her.“Apparently, everybody in this story has.”She almost laughed.It came out as a nervous breath instead.“That's not funny.”“I know.”He took the photograph from her.On the back was a date.Three years ago.And beneath it:11:58 P.M.Jace's expression changed.“What?”“That was the night Ethan disappeared.”Sienna stared at the photograph.Her mother.Daniel Cross.The old student center.Three years ago.Everything was beginning to connect.“Why would my mother meet your father's lawyer?”“I don't know.”“You keep saying that.”“Because I'm starting to think ever
Sienna stared at Jace.“Say that again.”Jace's eyes remained on the road.“I don't want to.”“Then I will.”She swallowed.“Ethan told you not to let me find him.”Jace didn't answer.“Why?”“I don't know.”“You're lying.”“I swear I'm not.”“You've been lying to me since the day we met.”His hands tightened around the steering wheel.“I didn't know what was real.”“And now?”“Now I know enough to be scared.”Sienna looked away.The bracelet on his wrist seemed to burn into her mind.She remembered making it.She remembered Ethan laughing when she'd complained that the beads were ugly.She remembered him promising to keep it forever.And now Jace had it.For three years.“Why would Ethan give that to you?”Jace's jaw tightened.“I told you. I don't remember everything.”“But you remember enough.”“I remember him grabbing my hand.”Jace's voice dropped.“He was bleeding.”Sienna's heart clenched.“What did he say?”“I couldn't hear him.”“Try.”“I am trying.”He closed his eyes for a
The house was silent.Too silent.Sienna stood halfway up the stairs, staring into the darkness below.“Come down.”The voice came again.Her heart slammed against her ribs.She knew that voice.She had heard it every night of her childhood.Her father's voice.But her father was dead.Jace moved in front of her.“Stay behind me.”Sienna grabbed his arm.“That's my father's voice.”“I know.”“No, you don't understand.”“I understand enough.”The voice came again.“Sienna.”She squeezed Jace's arm.“Dad?”Silence.Then a quiet laugh.It wasn't her father's laugh.Sienna's stomach twisted.Jace looked at her.“It's a recording.”“What?”He pointed toward the living room.A small speaker sat on the table.The voice played again.“Sienna, sweetheart…”Then it stopped.Sienna let out a shaky breath.“Someone is playing with us.”“Obviously.”“That's not funny.”“I wasn't trying to be funny.”“Your face says otherwise.”“My face is terrified.”Despite herself, Sienna almost laughed.“Good.
Sienna didn't like the way Jace was looking at her.Not angry.Not suspicious.Worried.“Why are you staring at me?” she asked.“Because you're thinking about going there.”“To Ethan's house?”“Yes.”“Obviously.”He shook his head.“You heard what I said.”“I heard you say someone might be waiting for us.”“Exactly.”“So we go somewhere else.”Jace looked at her.“You're joking.”“No.”“Sienna.”She sighed.“Fine. We don't go there tonight.”He relaxed slightly.“Thank you.”“We go tomorrow morning.”His eyes closed.“You're impossible.”“You've mentioned that.”He almost smiled.Then his phone buzzed.They both looked at it.No message.Just a missed call.From his mother.Jace's expression changed.He immediately called back.No answer.Again.Nothing.“Sienna…”“What?”“My mother always answers.”“Maybe she's sleeping.”“At midnight?”“Some people sleep at midnight.”“She doesn't.”His voice had changed.Sienna knew that tone.Something was wrong.“Let's go.”Jace drove home first.
“Did you really think I wouldn't find you?”Sienna's blood ran cold.She knew that voice.She had heard it through distorted phone calls. In the anonymous messages. In the warnings that had followed her since she arrived at Westbridge.But hearing it in the darkness was different.It was close.Far too close.Jace stepped in front of her.“Come out.”A quiet laugh echoed through the basement.“You always were protective of the wrong people.”Jace's shoulders stiffened.Sienna noticed.“You know him?”“No.”The answer came too quickly.“Jace.”“I said no.”A light suddenly flickered on.A man stood at the other end of the basement.Sienna's heart jumped.It was Marcus.The former coach.The man whose name had appeared in every part of Ethan's story.He looked older than she remembered from the photographs, but there was no mistaking him.He smiled.“Sienna.”She couldn't move.Marcus looked at Jace.“You shouldn't have brought her here.”Jace stepped forward.“You've been following her
“My father is dead.”Jace said it so quietly that for a second, Sienna wondered if she'd heard him correctly.Aaron didn't move.“No,” he said. “Your father disappeared.”Jace stared at him.“That's not what happened.”“You were told that's what happened.”“My mother buried him.”Aaron's expression didn't change.“Did you see the body?”Jace went silent.Sienna felt the air leave the room.Aaron looked between them.“That is the problem with lies. They don't need to be perfect. They only need to be repeated long enough.”Jace stepped toward him.“Who are you?”“I already told her.”“I don't care what you told Sienna.”Aaron smiled faintly.“You should.”Jace grabbed the front of his shirt.“Tell me where my father is.”Aaron didn't fight him.Instead, he looked over Jace's shoulder.“At home.”Jace froze.“What?”Aaron's voice dropped.“Waiting for you.”The lights suddenly came back on.Aaron was gone.Sienna spun around.The gym doors were still closed.“Where did he go?”Jace relea







