The Haunting

by Natasha Preston

His shoulders slump as he turns around and shoves his hands into his pockets. “He’s my uncle.”

And, if possible, even worse when I realize that one of my best friends really might be doing this.

Adi? She is the most outwardly against pen seeing Nash.

Stop. Thinking. Like. That.

Penny is so ready to jump on Nash’s uncle but unable to consider that it might be Zayn. It’s so frustrating!

I rub my eyes, hoping the concussion is making me see things. But it’s not. I can see clearly. The picture is Adi. Hands bound, blood trickling down her forehead, eyes closed, tears staining her cheeks, lying on the back seat of a car.