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Johnny

I listen to Becca, trying to make sense of what she’s saying. I know she’s trying to tell me something—something important about the papers. But at the same time, I catch Ethan out of the corner of my eye.

That’s when the kid moves. His nose twitches and his lips pucker, like he might be awake. Then nothing.

“This is Travis’s confession on Hush,” Becca says. “He admits to everything. Causing the accident. Leaving the scene.”

“If you have all of this, why didn’t you just go to the police?” I ask, furious that we could’ve avoided this fuck-up. “Why did we have to do all of this?”

“It’s not that simple,” she says, her fingers stroking the paper. “He didn’t use his own computer to write this, so there’s no address. The site is designed to keep users anonymous.”

“You know what?” I say, ready to make my move. I can’t wait any longer. I pull the gun from my waistband and point it at Becca. “It doesn’t matter anymore. This is done. I’m done.”

“Wait, wait,” she says. “There’s more, Johnny. So much more.”