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  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. Video #1
  6. One
  7. Two
  8. Three
  9. Four
  10. Five
  11. Six
  12. Seven
  13. Eight
  14. Nine
  15. Ten
  16. Eleven
  17. Twelve
  18. Thirteen
  19. Fourteen
  20. Fifteen
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-One
  27. Twenty-Two
  28. Twenty-Three
  29. Twenty-Four
  30. Twenty-Five
  31. Twenty-Six
  32. Video #2
  33. Twenty-Seven
  34. Twenty-Eight
  35. Twenty-Nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-One
  38. Thirty-Two
  39. Thirty-Three
  40. Thirty-Four
  41. Thirty-Five
  42. Thirty-Six
  43. Thirty-Seven
  44. Thirty-Eight
  45. Thirty-Nine
  46. Forty
  47. Forty-One
  48. Forty-Two
  49. Forty-Three
  50. Forty-Four
  51. Forty-Five
  52. Forty-Six
  53. Forty-Seven
  54. Forty-Eight
  55. Forty-Nine
  56. Fifty
  57. Fifty-One
  58. Fifty-Two
  59. Fifty-Three
  60. Fifty-Four
  61. Fifty-Five
  62. Fifty-Six
  63. Fifty-Seven
  64. Fifty-Eight
  65. Fifty-Nine
  66. Sixty
  67. Sixty-One
  68. Sixty-Two
  69. Sixty-Three
  70. Sixty-Four
  71. Sixty-Five
  72. Video #3
  73. Sixty-Six
  74. Sixty-Seven
  75. Sixty-Eight
  76. Sixty-Nine
  77. Seventy
  78. Seventy-One
  79. Seventy-Two
  80. Seventy-Three
  81. Seventy-Four
  82. Seventy-Five
  83. Seventy-Six
  84. Seventy-Seven
  85. Seventy-Eight
  86. Seventy-Nine
  87. Eighty
  88. Eighty-One
  89. Eighty-Two
  90. Eighty-Three
  91. The Final Video
  92. Acknowledgments
  93. About the Author
  95. Back Cover

I don’t know. She just said sex felt weird to her. She wasn’t sure she wanted to do it again. I don’t think you did anything. She legit loves you.

She loves me.

But she might have been keeping the biggest secret of her life.

Forty-Six

My room feels like a cell.

Stale. Confined. The same books. The same walls. The same view out the window of the neighbor’s tree, even though it’s turning a thousand shades of orange and red. It all feels stale.

I keep thinking about what Natasha said. Sex felt weird to Chloe.

Weird.

Why?

We talked about it. We wanted to do it.

But maybe our wires got crossed and fucked up.

Had she written it all down?

Scott told me the cops had been all through their house. They’d been through her locker, the car, her room.

But what if someone else had the journal?

Ron might have it. He encouraged Chloe to keep it, so maybe she turned it in to him. My email to Ron asks him to call, says there’s something I forgot to ask that morning when we spoke.

Ten minutes pass. Then fifteen. And twenty. The floorboards squeak as I pace back and forth. Back and forth.

“What the fuck?” I say.

The phone rings, and I jump like someone has shocked me with a defibrillator. The phone almost falls to the floor when I pick it up.

“Hunter,” Ron says, “I have a message here to call you. I almost missed it. We have some kind of inane faculty meeting coming up soon.”

“I just need to ask you something.”

“You sound breathless,” Ron says. “Were you running?”

“No. Just…anxious.”

“An affliction we all suffer from. Ask away.”

“I’m wondering if you have Chloe’s journal,” I say. “You encouraged her to keep one in Ex Libris, I know that.”

“I encouraged you all to keep a journal,” he says. “I believe Chloe’s the only one who actually did it.”

Again, it feels like he’s jabbed me with a needle. Even though he’s right. My attempt at keeping a journal lasted three days. Chloe is the only one who did it. That was Chloe—she didn’t do anything halfway.

“Did she turn it in to you?” I ask. “Or show it to you? If we could find that, we might know what’s going on.”

“Ah, yes,” Ron says. “You know, Hunter, those journals are private. A way to work through feelings and ideas.”

“That’s not the question,” I say. “Did she give it to you?”

“That’s a really good investigatory notion. And one the police have already explored. They questioned me and specifically asked about the journal, but I’ve never seen it. Nor do I know where it is.”