And then.
I’m back there.
In the locker room.
In the silence.
Though my brain is screaming at me to turn around, my feet drag me forward.
The same dread I woke up with is back, only ten times worse.
A tang of copper hits my nose.
I hear myself calling,“Jenna?”
My footsteps echo in the empty locker room.
Except.
It’s not empty. Is it?
First it’s one puddle of crimson.
Then another.
And finally?—
Horror explodes inside me.
“NO!”
The cry is ripped out of me.
“Jenna!” I shake my head, but I can’t stop the memories from coming.
Jenna.
Crumpled on the floor, like someone had tossed her away. Covered in blood.Dead.
“Jenna,” I sob. “No. NO.”
“Bea.” Hands reach for me, but I jerk away.
Back in the locker room, I’m frantically trying to get to my phone. But it falls to the ground. I reach for it, but?—
The man.
Grabbing me.
Slamming me into the locker.
“No. No. No.” I keep shaking my head, even though it makes everything spin. “No. It can’t be.”
“Bea, stop. You’ll hurt yourself.” Indy captures my face in his hands, his hold gentle but firm. “You have a concussion. You can’t do that.”
Tearing myself away from the horrific images in my head, I open my eyes to look at him. “Is she? Is she… dead?”
He hesitates, then gives a short nod. “She is. I’m sorry.”
