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Chapters (61)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  18. Thirteen
  19. Fourteen
  20. Fifteen
  21. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  22. Sixteen
  23. Seventeen
  24. Eighteen
  25. Nineteen
  26. Twenty
  27. Twenty-One
  28. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  29. Twenty-Two
  30. Twenty-Three
  31. Twenty-Four
  32. Twenty-Five
  33. Twenty-Six
  34. Twenty-Seven
  35. Twenty-Eight
  36. Twenty-Nine
  37. Thirty
  38. Thirty-One
  39. Thirty-Two
  40. Thirty-Three
  41. Thirty-Four
  42. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  43. Thirty-Five
  44. Thirty-Six
  45. Thirty-Seven
  46. Thirty-Eight
  47. From the Journal of Candace Swain
  48. Thirty-Nine
  49. Forty
  50. Forty-One
  51. Forty-Two
  52. Forty-Three
  53. Forty-Four
  54. Forty-Five
  55. Forty-Six
  56. Forty-Seven
  57. Letter Found in the Journal of Candace Swain
  58. Forty-Eight
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. Booklist
  61. Excerpt

I’m really scared. When I came back after talking to Alexa, Taylor saw me. Asked me where I was and what I was doing. I lied, of course. I will never risk Alexa, not after everything she’s done for me. But I couldn’t stay in the dorm anymore. Taylor wasn’t herself, she seemed...cold. Different. She gave off a weird vibe. I think she’s the one who searched my dorm room over the weekend. Things were moved and my plant was knocked over. It was her or Rachel. I just think Rachel would have been sneakier and have cleaned up the mess.

I can’t believe Taylor would try to hurt me, but I also can’t believe what we all did three years ago, and that she’s okay with it.

I think I’ve finally figured out where they took Adele’s body. I narrowed it down to three possible places. I’m going to find proof. Taylor can’t know what I’m doing. I can’t let her or Rachel stop me. I have to just do it. Like Chrissy always says: Do, or do not.

I don’t trust Taylor anymore. She knows I write everything in this journal. But in case something happens, I’m writing a letter to Adele’s family to explain what happened and ask for forgiveness.

But mostly, to give them the closure they need. Because if I can’t forgive myself, I don’t expect anyone else to.

Thirty-Nine

Regan realized that what they had discovered was in a sense Candace Swain’s deathbed confession. There was a good chance that a judge would consider it as testimony, but Regan was unsure about the legal aspects of what was admissible or not.

That was Candace’s last entry; she’d never come back to the library after Tuesday. But she’d included her notes on how she picked the places to look for Adele’s body, and copies of maps.

There was also a sealed letter, addressed to Mr. & Mrs. Overton. Lucas couldn’t stop staring at it.

She had to get this diary somewhere safe. It should convince Young that his girlfriend was at best an irresponsible bitch and at worst a killer. But first, she needed to make a copy. Better, she should make a copy to give to the police and give the original to Henry Clarkson. She trusted him, and he was still a registered lawyer, still part of the legal system, even though he didn’t practice.

Until she knew exactly who else she could trust, this was the most valuable piece of evidence they had about what had happened to Adele Overton—and what might have happened to Candace.

“What do we do now?” Lizzy asked. “This is—I mean, I don’t think we expected this when we started the podcast. Did you, Lucas?”

“I don’t know what I expected. I just wanted the truth.”