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wishes secret?”

“Fuck that. We’re done with secrets. We’re gonna shout them out loud to the entire fucking world.”

It’s a nice thought.

A dream, actually. To be done with secrets.

But are we done with secrets?

Maybe he is, but I’m certainly not.

Because my secret is… there are nothing but dead bodies in my future.

Lots of them.

And there’s no way to change that now.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - JOHNNY

“Come on,” I say. “Make a wish with me.” I’m trying to pull her out of this… depression that’s

starting in. I’m worried too. Hell, worried isn’t even the right word for how sick I felt when I was

watching that video. But it was CGI. Just a threat. And that means they still want something from us.

They need us.

But why?

I just don’t understand that part. What do Megan and I have that they need us on that island

tomorrow?

She’s unresponsive and when I turn my head to look at her, I recognize something there.

Hopelessness.

I’ve been where she is so many times. And I understand the reality of our situation. I know what it

means. I know we’re probably not going to make it.

And by make it, I’m not talking about living or dying. I’m talking about getting out.

We’re never getting out. That’s true. We’re stuck. They are holding our loved ones captive. Both

literally and potentially.

I should be shaking like she is. But something about Megan calms me. I feel stronger with her by

my side tonight.

“I don’t know what to wish for,” Megan says.

“Anything. Everything.”

“What did you wish for? To keep your family safe? Because I feel like I should wish for my father.

I feel like I should wish him to escape. But then I’d just need ten more wishes after that to keep him