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This one was simple.

I folded it once.

Then again.

My heart hammered as I slipped it into the front pocket of my shorts.

“You’re really doing this.”

I looked up.

Willow stood across from me, staring at the folded note.

“Yes.”

“You’ve lost your mind.”

“Probably.”

She crossed her arms.

“You’ve spent four years trying to figure out which brother is behind the mask.”

“I know.”

“And now you’re going to ask him to meet you without it.”

“Yes.”

“Alone.”

“Yes.”

“At night.”

I smiled.

“That’s generally when the carnival closes silly.”

“Rave.”

I laughed.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

I looked down at the note.

I knew what I was doing.

I knew what I was asking.

For years, the mask had been the point.

The mystery.

The game.