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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

“There are about ten more like that,” he says when he turns back to me. “They’d finally tapered off after you posted the first video. Now that you made this one, it’s open season again. And I didn’t mention this before because I didn’t want to add to your problems, but now the crazies have been emailing me at work and calling my office. I had to alert campus security.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?”

“So you know you have to be careful, Hunter,” he says. “There are a lot of nuts out there, and they certainly know where we live. Your sister still has to go to school. Hell, you’re supposed to be in school. You should be doing your homework instead of going out. That’s dangerous, too. It’s a school day.”

“Sorry,” I say.

“I’m trying to protect you,” he says. “And Livvy. But you’re making it awfully tough.”

“Just forget it,” I say. “I’ll be in my room.”

“No more videos,” he says, pointing at me. “You hear?”

“Do you hear?” I ask. “Did you even hear what I said when I came in?”

He pauses for a moment, considers me. “Okay, yes, I did hear you say you had something to tell me. What is it?”

“You really want to know? Are you sure it’s not more important than the phone or the voicemail?”

“Hunter. What is it?”

I think about not telling him, but I want him to know.

“I remembered part of the accident today, Dad. I saw it. I saw what I hadn’t been able to remember before.”

Dad’s face shifts. The lines go out of his forehead. He takes a step toward me. “Hunter, that’s great. What did you—”

“Just forget it,” I say. “It’s not as important as the deranged phone calls.”

“I didn’t say that. Now just tell me—”

I brush past him, heading for the stairs.

“Hunter, don’t be like that.”

But I don’t respond. And just to be a real dick, when I get upstairs, I slam my bedroom door.

Thirty-Nine

I flop onto the bed, avoiding eye contact with the stack of schoolbooks on my desk. It might as well be Mt. Everest. I wish I could lose myself in something as inconsequential as school, but I can’t.

Instead, I pull out my phone.

I scroll to the message from Daniel. The one he sent me the night he died.

The one he must have sent me right before he died.

It makes me feel empty. Like I’m floating away.

I almost put down the phone and ignore the video, but I can’t. This is what he so desperately wanted me to see. This is what meant so much to him. I owe him this.