“I do, too,” Zay mutters while thrumming his fingers against the armrest of the sofa. “Something’s definitely up with that.”

We all sink into silence. I have no idea what they’re thinking about. I do know what I’m thinking about. That bird. The blood. How it reminded me of something …

I’ve seen something similar before. In a forest. And I wasn’t alone. Three boys were with me.

The memory is pressing on my mind.

“Who do you think killed it?” the boy with blond hair asks as we stand around the dead bird.

I shrug. “Probably an animal.”

“It’s sad,” the boy with black hair says, a tear falling from his eye.

The boy with short brown hair crouches down and touches the bird. “We should bury it so it can rest in peace when it goes to the afterlife.”

We all nod then start toward the house to get some shovels.

My heart hurts. That poor bird just died, and the animal didn’t even eat it. It hurts my heart that it died so pointlessly.

Why wouldn’t the animal eat it?

As we reach the edge of the woods, I glance back at it. For a moment, I swear I see someone else standing by it, but when I blink, they’re gone—

Ping. Ping. Ping.

I’m jerked from the memory as the guys’ phones all beep simultaneously.

Confusion flickers across all their faces as they dig their phones from their pockets.

“What’s up?” I wonder as they all read a text they received.

“School’s canceled. Snow day,” Jax tells me as he sets his phone down on his lap.

“Does that happen a lot here?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No, not really. We get a lot of snow, but everyone here is used to it, so it’s not a big deal.”

“Which makes it weird that there is a snow day,” Hunter mumbles as he looks at Zay. “What do you make of it?”

Zay taps his fingers against the armrest again. “If I had to guess, I think someone probably bribed the school administration to get a snow day. Either that, or someone just wanted a day off.”

“If it was a payoff, we probably need to be careful,” Hunter wavers. “Although, it does give us more time to get shit done.”

“True,” Zay agrees, briefly sliding his gaze to me before looking back at Hunter. “We should come up with a plan. But first, we need to go take care of the bird so our neighbors don’t freak the hell out in the morning.” He gets up. So do Jax and Hunter.

“What do you want to do with it?” Hunter asks, reaching for his hoodie that’s draped across the back of a nearby chair.

My heart is pounding in my chest as that memory swirls in my mind again.

Are the three guys them?

Do they know I’m her?

Who are they?

Who am I?

What’s up with the dead bird?

Does Porter know something about my past? Or was it coincidental that he killed the raven?