Rylie slowly stood.
"I remember."
Everyone turned.
"Emily wasn't with all of us."
She walked toward the map.
She pointed.
"Cynthia was here."
She pointed to the lake.
"Melissa stayed in the dining hall."
Another point.
"Nicole was helping with the horses."
One by one...
She remembered where every girl had been.
Until she stopped.
"What about you?" I asked.
She looked at Cabin Nine.
"I was here."
The room fell silent.
Emily had trusted Rylie because she was closest.
Not emotionally.
Physically.
She was the only one close enough to hand her the key before disappearing into the storm.
Mace looked at me.
"The Keeper isn't killing them in the order they remembered."
"No."
"He killed them in the order..."
He stopped.
My heart started pounding.
"...that they could lead someone back to Emma."
Everything suddenly shifted.