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  1. CONTENTS
  2. Also by Jessica Cunsolo
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
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  34. Acknowledgments
  35. About the Author
  36. Copyright
  37. About the Publisher

I lower my voice to a whisper. “Should we tell her about the twins?” It’ll help ease her mind knowing that Luke’s innocent and won’t be in jail forever.

Aiden shakes his head once. “Anna’s all wired up. She’s going to jump the gun before we can get it all sorted out, and I’m not going into it without a solid plan. I’ve been calling the lawyer, Alan, but only getting his voice mail, and I’m not leaving a voice mail about what I need help with. So we can’t say anything yet, not until I figure out the best thing for the twins.”

I take off my shoes and follow him through the house. This one isn’t my call to make, so if Aiden wants to hold off on saying anything, I’ll support his decision.

“Where are the twins?” I ask him, and he gestures upstairs.

“They’ve been doing their homework, but they’ll probably make an appearance soon since Mason and Noah promised to play video games with them,” he says as we enter the kitchen.

Everyone is sitting at the table, empty pizza boxes scattered around them, and their eyes all turn to me as I enter. They say hi, but Annalisa looks at me with an expression that looks broken. Her makeup is smudged and her eyes are swollen.

“How was your date with Satan?” she sneers at me.

She’s still upset, I get it. We didn’t end things on the best foot when I left school today, and now she’s feeling hopeless about her brother. Hopefully, telling her that she doesn’t have to stay at Commack anymore will make her feel better.

“It wasn’t a date. But it actually was amazing. I have good news. You don—”

“Save it,” she interrupts me, and I shake my head in confusion. She continues, “I don’t want to hear it.”

“But yo—”

“I don’t want to hear it!” she repeats, tears flowing freely again. “You should’ve been there with me today. You promised you’d do this with me.”

I did promise I’d be there for her every step of the way. But helping Kaitlyn helped both of them. I don’t move from where I stand with Aiden near the kitchen door.

“I’m sorry, Ann—”

“I don’t want your apology! You’re supposed to be my best friend, but you chose Kaitlyn over me knowing that she lied and got me expelled. It’s like I don’t even know you. All I want to do is prove Luke had nothing to do with Greg’s death!”

I’m too stunned to say anything; my thoughts are all over the place. She’s not letting me get a word in. How can I make her see I’m trying? That I may not be perfect, but all I want to do is help her.

Aiden’s tone is calm. “Attacking Amelia isn’t going to help, Anna.”

Somewhere in the back of my mind I sense Jason and Jackson standing behind us in the door, but no one pays them any attention.