A few days later and I still haven’t slept properly through the night. My legs are heavy as I climb the stairs and the thought of a full night’s sleep makes me cry with longing. I haven’t taken any of the sleeping pills the doctor prescribed yet, but maybe I should. I hate the thought of medication, but it would only be while I’m here.

Lena’s already in the bedroom, standing at the window in the dark, looking out at the night. She doesn’t turn when I go in.

“Are you okay?”

She glances back at me, her face solemn. “Not really. It’s really getting to me—the body in the woods.”

I shiver. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“Do you think they’ll ever be able to figure out who it is? If it’s just bones that are left?”

“I don’t know. They can work miracles these days with DNA, can’t they?” I join her at the window. “Do you think it’s that girl? The one that went missing?”

She’s quiet for a long time. “It’s got to be, hasn’t it?” She shakes her head. “The whole world thought it had stopped—poor Nic. No one ever found out who killed her and no more bodies were found and everyone forgot about her, didn’t they?”

I frown. “I doubt her family did.”

“No. And Bella never would have, if she was still alive.”

We both stand in silence.

“Do you think there are more?”

“More what?”

“Bodies. Remains, whatever. In the woods. They’re going to look, aren’t they? They’re going to tear this village apart.” She sighs. “Do you ever wonder about Greg?”

“What?”

“His behavior toward teenage girls. It was…creepy. And the timing. They move to the area and suddenly teenage girls start going missing and getting murdered.”

All the hairs rise on my arms and I tense up. She turns from the window to look at me. “You should tell them, Tess.”

“Tell who what?”

“You should tell the police. Tell them what Greg was like. What he was like with you.”

I back away from her, shaking my head. “What are you talking about?”

She sighs. “Bella told me. I’m sorry—I’ve never said a word to anyone else, ever.” She pauses. “But you should tell the police.”

I back away farther and the room retreats. My head is full of a roaring storm, me screaming at Bella, her shouting back. “What exactly did Bella tell you?” I ask, too loudly.

She looks at me with her eyebrows raised. “Like I said—how creepy he was with you both. What did you think I meant?” She pauses. “But you should tell them. And if you won’t, I definitely will.”