At first, Rachael thought they were joking. It was
some weird prank or trick that she didn’t get yet. First
her expression wavered before falling, and so did she.
A loud ringing whined in her ears as she dropped to
sit on her bed and Scout when on, listing their victims,
people Rachael knew, people she she talked to. They
were there one day and gone the next and she had no
idea. None whatsoever. If Rachael had a single clue,
she’d have never confided all those things in them.
