He wasn’t going to let me go free, I was certain of that.
He said he looked up to where Jason was pointing and babbling, and saw what he could only describe as a U.F.O.
I don’t know what the future holds for me, but my past is clearer than it’s ever been.
This agreement, this vow of secrecy Maddie made me take with her, it had ghastly undertones, though the specifics of what we were hiding eluded me. I suppose I had my guesses, but I dared not articulate them.
I recognized it immediately. The House. Our House.
He could feel it. Eyes, watching him, waiting for just the right moment. To strike, to kill maybe. Julian didn’t question his instincts. Julian ran.
“There are doors there the likes of you and me don’t know how to open, not on purpose.”
This statement, it’s not a confession, all right? I didn’t kill my boyfriend. This isn’t my fault.
I was the last person to see my brother alive.