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Okay, fine. Sadie and I are walking home.

Archer

Text me as soon as you’re inside.

For the first time since the messages started, I reply instead of blocking the number.

Archer

Don’t touch them. Tell me what you want, Krystal.

Surprisingly, she responds right away.

Krystal

For you to feel the pain I went through when I lost Chad.

Archer

He hurt my sister, and I was protecting her. You can have me. Just leave them alone.

Krystal

Is that a promise?

I pinch the bridge of my nose because I don’t know what else to do at this point—Krystal's unpredictable.

I think about everything that’s happened, and I’m convinced she’s not acting alone. She can’t be in Wyoming and Alabama at the same time. Someone is keeping tabs and feeding her information.

Archer

Just tell me when and where to meet you so we can handle this face-to-face.

Moments later, she sends a Nevada address.

Then Annie confirms they’re home.

Krystal

Tomorrow. Come alone or I’ll have my team deal with Everleigh.

Motherfucker. I need to know how many people are working with her.

Archer

I’ll get there as soon as I can.

I feel sick to my stomach. Everleigh will never let me go without her or backup, but I can’t risk something happening to her. She means everything to me, and because of that, I have to leave her behind.

After booking a flight, I schedule a cab to drive me to the airport. I hate doing this in secret and lying to my loved ones, but I have to finish this once and for all. If I tell Tyler, he’d try to stop me or worse, join me.

“Hey, I’m not feeling well,” I tell him, glancing at Gemma, who’s running the smoothie bar today. “I thought maybe I was hungry, but I just threw up my lunch.”

“Shit. Maybe it’s the flu?” Tyler suggests, then backs away from me. “Go home and rest. I’ll cover the rest of your schedule today. Just let me know how you’re doing later so I can figure something out for tomorrow if you’re still not feeling well.”

I nod and thank him for understanding. The walk home is quick as my mind races. Though I haven’t interacted with Krystal in years, there’s no doubt she’s crazier than I remember. I can’t underestimate her. If I’m walking into my own funeral, then so be it. Protecting the ones I love is all I care about right now.

As I pack a bag, a heavy weight rests on my chest. I need to give Everleigh a reason not to come look for me. If she knew I flew to meet Krystal, she’d worry and be on a plane. She has to believe I’m never coming back, and honestly, a part of me thinks that could be a possibility.