“The night of the shooting, I saw someone else in the tunnels. I didn’t say anything, because Emily wouldn’t have wanted me to. I owed her, Avery. After what I did—I owed her.” “Who did you see?” I asked. She didn’t answer. “Drake?” Rebecca met my eyes. “He wasn’t alone.” “Who else was there?” I waited. Nothing. “Rebecca, who else was in the tunnel with Drake?” Who would Emily have wanted her to protect? “One of the boys?” I asked, feeling like the ground was crumbling beneath me. “No,” Rebecca said quietly. “Their mother.”
