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  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

“If you do, let me know. I’m curious.” She thanked the assistant sheriff, and Brian, and walked up the hill to where she’d left her truck. She took a final look down into the clearing at the mine, thinking about the senseless loss of life. Adele. Candace. Joseph. Taylor. Even Rachel, though Regan had to really dig down to dredge up sympathy for her.

A pathetic, selfish, sociopath.

Maybe she didn’t have any sympathy.

Letter Found in the Journal of Candace Swain

Letter Found in the Journal of Candace Swain

Dear Mr. & Mrs. Overton,

My name is Candace Swain, and I want you to know what happened to your daughter Adele. This isn’t going to make you feel better, but maybe knowing the truth will give you some peace. If not peace, then understanding.

Adele was my friend. Taylor James, Adele, and I would hang out together, study at the library, eat at the student union. I really liked her and wanted her to rush the sorority Sigma Rho with us, but she said she wasn’t into sororities. Even so, we became friends, and it helped that we all had the same major.

Finals were over, and we were celebrating. One of the new professors had invited us over to her apartment. Rachel Wagner taught our biology class. She’d only been at NAU for a year. She was twenty-nine and acted more like us than other professors, so we all loved her. She had wine, and we made homemade wine coolers. Me, Taylor, Kim Foster, Alexa Castillo, and Adele. Adele was the only one not in Sigma Rho, but everyone liked her because she was funny and always willing to help when we were stuck on something. She was so smart.

Taylor had a couple joints, but Rachel didn’t want to smoke in her apartment. So we walked through the woods outside her complex. We climbed up a hill for the view and quiet. Everyone took a couple drags, except me. I have asthma and didn’t want to smoke anything.

But something was wrong. I think—everyone thought, after the fact—that a hallucinogen was mixed in with the marijuana. Taylor never told us where she got it.

Adele flipped out. She ran, terrified of something. No one moved to help her. Everyone was acting...off. I tried to follow Adele because we were in the middle of the woods and it was dark. She pushed me down and ran. I couldn’t see much, and I was drunk and not really thinking all that straight, and then I heard her scream.

Then silence.

By the time I could get everyone else with it enough to help me look for her, it was an hour later. We used our cell phones to guide our way.

When we found Adele, she was dead. She’d fallen down a cliff and hit her head on a boulder. It was awful.