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Jax, Hunter, and Zay. Somehow, I just know.
I sink down onto the bed as I stare at the photos. I may have suspected this already, but seeing the potential truth … I set the photos inside and dig out the files. The breath gets knocked out of me as I read through them. They’re records of purchases. But not any purchases. Purchases of what looks like people.
Vomit burns at the back of my throat, but I continue on, pulling out the phone. It doesn’t have a password, and when I swipe upward, a video file is the first thing I come across. My fingers tremble as I pushplay.
The video starts with someone laughing. It’s a view of the trees. And then a blond boy, the one from my memories, pops into view. “Hey everyone, it’s Hunter again. And Jax.” He moves the camera over to a sad-looking boy with dark hair—again one I’ve seen in my memories.
My heart sinks.
Oh my God …
“He’s a little sad today,” Hunter informs the camera. “But at least he’s not grumpy like Zay.”
“Oh, shut it,” someone says from nearby.
Hunter laughs, and then I hear a little girl.
“Quit picking on him, Hunter,” she says.
I know that voice.
Have heard it a ton of times in my head.
“And that is our pretty little Willow,” Hunter says then pans the camera over to a girl with raven hair.
The same one in the photos surrounding me.
The same girl I’ve seen in my head.
That’s when I know for sure.
That I know the guys.
I just somehow forgot them.
But how?
What happened to me?
And, do the guys know who I am?
The video suddenly clicks to something else. A guy in a basement tied to a chair. And standing in front of him is Zay. The grownup version that I know now.
He has blood on his knuckles and sweat on his face. The guy in the chair looks familiar, but the angle is a little off, so I can’t see his face.
“You think I’m the dipshit?” the guy in the chair says. “Well, here’s a little secret that’s going to blow your mind.” He leans forward. “That pretty little bird you’ve brought into your group isn’t who you think she is. Ravenlee Willowwynter, aka Willow Raven Lee. And she didn’t move here by coincidence. Her uncle was paid to move here so she could return to Honeyton.”
Zay tells him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I am about to kick your ass again.”
“You do know what I’m talking about, bro,” he says. “I’ve lived here my whole life, too, and I haven’t forgotten about that little friend you guys used to have.”
“Willow’s middle name wasn’t Raven,” Zay says with panic in his tone.
“Isn’t it?” the guy says.
I can see it on Zay’s face.
He knows.
