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My one comfort is that I kno I’m not the killer

My heart refuses to believe Adam would shoot Trent and leave his body in a duh I don’t think he’s a uns in our backpacks—it et rid of us and set me up as the murderer Either Lynne failed to help us, or she lied toto blackh it would make more sense for them to just kill me then

Oh God, I don’t knohat to do I don’t know if anything I’ve done has changed the future, or only e our fate at all Maybe all we can do is let fate carry us toward our grirab ers and ask for Lynne

“I’m sorry,” the receptionist says “She’s out of the office at the e?”

“No, just…tell her to call me”

Damn What else can I do? I don’t have Zoe or Chris’s nu he works for Downey Autouy answers When I ask for Chris he puts ood fivehe’s lying, but I give hient

I doubt Chris will call ht be the killer My only choice is to find Zoe I know that by going to the cri them frame me for these murders, but I push off the wall and start toward the bus stop anyway Because if Trent is dead, then we haven’t changed the future and we’re all going to die in the next few hours And Zoe is next

I leap off the bus and dash down the street toward the address memorized in my head It’s like déjà vu, except the sun is lower and the neighborhood is nicer and there are tears in my eyes that won’t fall, not yet, because I refuse to believe Zoe’s already dead

It took irlfriend lives I check —5:46 pm, and the police report said she died soht still have tiht unit, then stand in front of the door listening, afraid to do anything else I don’t want to see what’s inside, because a part of me already knohat I’ll find

Finally, I knock No answer

I wait aWhy isn’t she answering? Is she already—?

“Zoe?” I yell through the door, pounding on it withthat I’ myself up, but I don’t knohat else to do If there’s a chance Zoe is alive in there I have to try to save her

I check the doorknob, using erprints this time It opens easily—the door isn’t locked

“Zoe?” I step inside a sray carpet There’s a queen-size bed with a yellow comforter, a s thenize it as Zoe’s work

But the place has been trashed—drawers and cabinets open everywhere, clothes thrown across the floor, a broken la for soone

I hear the sound of running water from behind a closed door I try to convincea shower, but I re I’ as I open the door

The shower’s on and the roo h me I choke and cover my mouth with my shirt It’s a tiny bathrooether I forcein the tub with the shower’s spray directly above her head It drips down onto her blue hair and over her li pink before washing down the drain There’s more blood on the here the water doesn’t reach, and bullet holes in the tile behind her My mind processes all of this and files it away before I can react, before I drop toandsounds