On leaden legs, she went into the study, sat at Nick’s desk and hit the space bar to bring the computer to life. She clicked on the browser, and Brooke’s Facebook profile popped up to reveal several pictures of Brooke, naked and altered. They’d been posted by an account called WilsonSeniors, and there was no mistaking it was her, even with her eyes only partially open.

She scrolled down to the next posting, a video, clicked on it and instantly regretted it when she realized someone had actually recorded Brooke having sex. It was obvious that she was so out of it she probably had no idea what was happening to her, which meant she hadn’t been a willing participant.

Leaning in closer, Sam recognized the blue plaid comforter under Brooke from the back bedroom at the Springer house. She covered her mouth to hold back a moan at the sight of another naked boy smacking his erect penis on Brooke’s face while the first one continued to have his way with her.

“Dude, don’t choke her,” the first one said between thrusts. His words were slurred, but the fact that he was still able to perform indicated he wasn’t as far gone as Brooke was. “She’s pretty wasted.”

“You don’t get to have all the fun. Hurry up, would you?”

Sam got to watch the second boy do her and nearly vomited when a third appeared to take his turn. All the while they slapped her face with open hands and erect penises. Tears rolled down Sam’s face unchecked as the horror unfolded before her.

She had the presence of mind to save the video to a flash drive along with the other pictures before she read the hundreds of comments that had been posted. They ranged from “You had a party and didn’t invite me?” to “Brooke Hogan has always been a nasty slut” to “I thought Brooke was a lesbo now that she’s stuck at an all-girls school” to “I want my turn.”

After she’d taken screen-shot copies of everything from the pictures to the comments, she called Tracy.

“Have you heard anything?”

“How is she?”

The sisters spoke over each other.

“She’s the same,” Tracy said. “Still asleep.”

“I need her passwords for her social media accounts.” Sam had Brooke’s email address, but wouldn’t know where to begin to guess her passwords. “Do you know them?”

“I know what they were when she started the accounts. I bet she’s changed them.”

“What were they?”

“AbbyEthan22.”

Sam typed that in and got shot down. “Damn it. That’s not it.”

“Will you tell me why you want to know?”

“I wish I didn’t have to.”

Tracy gasped. “Is there stuff posted about her?”

“Yes. Pictures, videos...”

“No,” Tracy said with a moan.