Page 107 of Make You Mine

But it’s the least you could do.

After all, I’m being nice.

I deserve some kind of proof I can trust you, right?

Anyway, I’m going off track here.

Don’t worry about this little incident; the cameras are off. It shouldn’t be too hard to get rid of the body.

Believe it or not, Kayden, even though I may have been making your life hard, we’re not so different, you and I.

Devon

Fuuuck.

How are we going to cover this up?

Even if I make another trip to a town father away, sooner or later, the police will catch up. I don’t want this to be connected to Maddy, either. We’ll have to quit. Disappear quietly before the cops show up again.

I snatch the note from the locker and push it into my pocket, the impact of my fist on the metal, tilting the door open.

It isn’t locked.

It should be.

I pull at the door, my mouth falling open as the contents inside are revealed.

A mask, Xs slashed across its eyes in neon red. A blood-stained hockey stick.

The murder weapon?

Right beside it, a phone, and…Madelyn’s diary.

Her diary is here. The one that I stole from her and then got stolen from me is here.

Chills rake over my whole body.

What the fuck.

This doesn’t make any sense.

The diary. A mask. A phone.

I reach for it—the last thing left for me to see.

I slide my finger across the screen to reveal that a passcode is needed.

I hiss, bile rising in my throat.

I don’t know the password.

I think back to the note. Devon. He signed it as Devon. I thought that was weird, but he’s trying to taunt me. Devon is my secret. I didn’t put much thought into it, but maybe that was a hint.

I don’t know how I know, I just do. Call it a hunch.

Oh-one-thirteen.

My late brother’s birthday. The one I never talk about. The part of my past this sicko threatened to tell. The incident I’ve ignored all my life, encouraged by my father to hide.