Chapter 4

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The door opens and I grip the knife tighter, holding my breath.

"Mack?" Kyle calls.

I breathe a sigh of relief and let the knife drop to the floor.

"What the hell did you have a knife for?" He asks.

"The note," I say. "Read the note."

"What note?" He asks. "What happened to you? You don't look so good."

"I'm fine," I snap, picking up the note and the photos. "These. Here. Look at these."

He reads the note and his eyes scan the photographs.

"When did you get these?" He asks.

"Just a couple minutes ago," I say. "They were slid under the door."

"They came here?" He asks. "To the house?"

I nod.

"Your parents never talked about this?" He asks.

"Should they have?" I ask.

"It's the one case the Feldor Police Department couldn't solve," he says. "This is the reason why the police force disintegrated. Cops were deemed useless and they were shut down."

"So what am I supposed to do?" I ask. "Kyle, he's coming for me or you. Where are we supposed to go?"

"We'll figure something out to get Danny and Liv here and we'll take it to Headquarters tomorrow and let them deal with it," he says.

"He wants one of us," I say. "What if he gave this to someone else, too?"

"Then they can deal with it how they see fit," he says. "But this isn't our problem. We'll give it to Headquarters and they can handle it."

"Okay," I say.

"It's gonna be okay," he assures me. "No one is gonna hurt you."

"Promise?" I ask.

"I promise," he whispers, kissing the top of my head. "Want me to make dinner?"

"I'm not hungry," I shake my head.

"You haven't eaten anything all day," he points out. "How can you not be hungry?"

I shrug, sitting down at the table.

"You're gonna eat anyway," he smiles. "You always claim to not be hungry and then eat half my food."

"Smart boy," I laugh.

"Yeah, yeah," he groans.


"Ready for bed?" Kyle asks.

"I don't want to get up," I groan. "I'm sleeping on the couch tonight."

"Alright," he laughs. "Enjoy."

I hear a noise outside on the steps, the same noise I heard when my letter was dropped off.

"Kyle," I say. "Check the door."

"Why?" He asks.

"Go!" I demand. "Get a look at him before he leaves!"

"Look at who?" He asks.

An envelope like mine glides under the door. I look over at Kyle.

"It's him," I say.

Kyle goes to the door, flinging it open and looking outside.

"There's no one there," he says.

"There has to be," I protest. "Keep looking."

"Mack, I'm looking," he shrugs. "There's nobody."

"Open the envelope," I sigh.

He picks it up off the floor and peels it open, pulling out a piece of paper wrapped around some photos.

"That's identical to mine," I say, my voice shaking.

He barely even looks up at me as he unfolds his letter.

"Four words," he says. "It says 'And then it's you.'"

"No," I say. "He can't have us both."

"He wants us both," he says. "And I'm pretty sure he can find a way to get what he wants."

"Why do you sound like you already gave up?" I ask.

"There's nothing to give up on," he shrugs. "I said we'll take it to Headquarters in the morning. They'll handle it."

"Yeah, okay," I sigh.

"You're worried over nothing," he says, pulling me in for a hug. "Everything's gonna be fine, babe."

"Okay," I smile, taking a deep breath.

"Can we go to bed now?" He asks.

I nod, pulling away from him and walking down the hallway. I lay in my old bed and close my eyes.

This is supposed to be the first night since I was twelve that I can go to sleep feeling safe.
I'm back in my own house, in my own bed, with my own blankets. The sense of security I should be feeling has been stolen by that letter.

"Kyle!" I yell, hoping he hasn't fallen asleep yet.

"What?" He calls back from my mom and dad's old room.

"Can you lay with me?" I ask.

I hear him groan as he gets out of bed, appearing at my door just a few seconds later.

"Thank you," I smile.

"Move over," he sighs.

"I love you," I say, pressing my body to his.

"I love you, too," he yawns. "Can I go to sleep now?"

"You're so old," I shake my head.

"Thank you," he says, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around me.

"Goodnight," I smile.

"Yeah," he says. "Goodnight."


I look over at the clock on the wall. Three in the morning and I'm wide awake. I guess sleep isn't coming tonight.

I slither out of Kyle's grip and crawl out of bed, going into the kitchen to make some tea. I take a seat on the couch and go through the pictures on my phone. I scroll through the memories and hold in the tears as best I can.

I hate knowing I'll never see my parents again. I hate knowing they were taken from me for a war I know nothing about. I hate knowing their bodies were never found, leaving me clueless as to how they died. I hate knowing that the world I live in holds so many secrets.

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