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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

But Laura places her hand on Scott’s arm. “Stop,” she says. “Scott. Just stop. It’s over, okay? Just…I’m so damn tired…”

Laura starts to sob. She collapses or faints, and Scott eases her out of sight behind the car. Before I dial, a siren sounds in the distance, drawing closer and closer.

Had a neighbor heard the shot and called for help?

I pick up the gun and stand, walking around the car and over to the corner where the freezer sits. It’s not locked. Anyone could open it. Scott must have been doing that very same thing on those lonely, guilt-filled nights when he came out here, pretending to work on a car or a table or a lamp.

“Don’t look in there, Hunter,” Scott says. “You don’t want to.”

But I do.

I have to.

My free hand lifts the lid. Cold billows out, puffing around my head.

And I see Chloe. One more time.

The blue dress. The bloodstain…

And I’m back in the car. On that night.

I’m not imagining. I’m remembering.

I push the airbag down, out of my face, and wipe blood out of my eyes.

On my right. Chloe.

She’s slumped over, still restrained by the seat belt.

Blood on her face. Blood on the dress.

Broken glass on her body.

I reach over. Touch her. She’s not moving. Not breathing.

“Chloe! Chloe!”

And I’m alone. Very alone.

“I’ll get help… I’ll get help…”

Someone opens the passenger door.

A voice. Scott’s voice: “Oh, God. Oh, God. What have I done?”

I push open my door. I can’t find my phone.

I don’t know what I’m doing.

It’s getting black. I’m fading…

And that’s where my memory ends.

I don’t know how long I stand at the freezer, staring at Chloe one last time, before the police come in and pull me away.

The Final Video

The camera and tripod are ready in my bedroom. For the last time.

It’s been a few weeks since everything happened. I’m not sure I’ve processed it all, but I’m trying. I’m seeing the therapist Dad found. And I’m back in school and spending time with my friends when I feel up to it.

But I don’t know if anything will ever really feel normal again. Maybe it shouldn’t.

And I don’t want to make any more videos. I just need to say one last thing.

The red light glows.

I may not be ready, but I start talking anyway. And I know I’m going to share this one: