A mask peeks through the creased clothes shoved inside. Curious, I pick it up. What the hell? I stare at the crack, unable to believe my eyes. It was Cole all along? He was the one who chased me with the hockey stick? I broke his mask—this mask… Was it him that first time, too? What about the fucking messages? My eyes widen. He sent them… The mask trembles in my hold, my heart slowing to heavy, insisting thuds. I can’t think. Fuck… It was Cole.
