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need to talk about something important when you get home.
     
    Me: Okay. What’s it about?
     
    I grow anxious that perhaps she found out I met with a hacker tonight. I haven’t been punished very much by the Gregorys—I’ve tried to stay out of trouble as much as possible ever since they adopted me. I’m guessing with something as severe as illegal hacking, their relaxed approach at parenting would disappear.
     
    Lila: I really just want to talk to you about it when you get home, not on the phone.
     
    Me: Okay. I’ll be home in a few hours. Can you at least tell me if I need to be worried?
     
    Lila: No, no need to be worried.
     
    I start to put my phone away when another text comes through.
     
    Lila: I don’t want you to worry all night, and knowing you, you will. It’s about the police. They want to talk to you again about your brother. Please don’t panic. I’m sure it’s nothing.
     
    I probably should respond to her message, at least to tell her I’m okay, but I can’t think of what to say.
     
    “Everything okay?” Lyric asks.
     
    I concentrate on the song list again. “Yeah, of course.”
     
    She watches me instead of the road. “Who was that text from?”
     
    “Lila. She just wanted to let me know she needs to talk to me about some stuff when I get home.”
     
    “Are you sure that’s all she wanted?”
     
    I nod, unable to look her in the eyes, knowing she’ll see right through my lie.
     
    Liar, liar, alone in the dark,
     
    Hide the truth from your heart.
     
    Lock your soul in a box.
     
    Melt the key.
     
    Set the box on fire.
     
    And burn in into oblivion.
     
    Let the ashes scatter the ground.
     
    And never utter a sound.
     
    Liar, liar, alone in the dark.
     
    Lyric’s chest rises and falls, as if she’s struggling to breathe. “If you don’t want to tell me, then that’s fine. But just say so. Don’t lie to me, please.”
     
    God, I’m the biggest asshole ever. I really am.
     
    “The police want to talk to me.” The words are difficult to say.
     
    Her gaze glides to mine and her grip tightens on the wheel. “When do they want to talk to you? Tonight?”
     
    I shake my head. “I don’t think so, but Lila didn’t say.”
     
    “Are you… Are you going to be okay? I mean, with talking to them.”
     
    “I don’t know,” I admit honestly. “I guess it depends on what they want to talk about. She said something about my brother, but I’m not sure if it’s details about his death or my”—I swallow hard—“memories.”
     
    I think I already know for sure, though. Lila warned me the morning after we learned the news of my brother’s death that the police may want my help in solving his murder by remembering what happened those weeks we spent with our captors. They believe if I can remember than maybe I can help identify them.
     
    If that’s what they want me to do… Well, I’m not sure I can handle it. I locked up the memories for a reason.
     
    Dying flesh.
     
    Ruptured heart.
     
    Scars searing.
     
    Flaming soul.
     
    The touch of death
     
    burns through my skin
     
    and strikes at my bones.
     
    Resuscitated and revived,
     
    but not without sacrifice.
     
    Close up my mind.
     
    Forget what I saw.
     
    What I heard.
     
    What was done to me.
     
    Remember and give up my soul.
     
    Remember and submit to the pain.
     
    Remember and wither away
     
    into nothing.
     

 
     

     

Chapter 3
     
    Lyric
     
     
     
    It’s been two days since I saw the strange man hanging out in front of Ayden’s house, and I’ve been working on a drawing of the guy just in case it’s needed. I don’t know why, but I have the strangest feeling that the man was more than a just a neighbor passing by.
     
    I’ve been having trouble sleeping the last couple of nights because of the man. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in the tracksuit with his dog. The twisted part is that his outfit sometimes transforms into a cloak and the dog shifts into a scythe, and