"How many spoons of sugar?" Ezra asked, setting down the two mugs on the coffee table and heading back to the kitchen.

"Sorry, what?" I asked, shifting position on the couch.

For the last few days, my mind had been a chaos. Not only had there been a new murder in Rosewood but on top of that, Spencer had been arrested for allegedly murdering Bethany Young, one of the most outrageous things I had heard in a long time. Apparently, they had had enough evidence to lock her up. Her parents were quickly working on getting her out and according to what they had told my mom, they would have her out in a matter of hours. Ever since that day, there had been a terrifying idea stuck in my head that I just couldn't shake.

"I know you said you weren't in the mood to talk about it… But you don't seem alright," he replied, taking a seat beside me.

"I-I'm shocked… We weren't exactly friends, but she did help us and apologize. And I hate seeing Hanna and Mike so miserable."

I sipped my chamomile and Ezra softly patted my other arm. Although he was usually good at making me feel better, there were too many things on my mind. Even though I told no one, I still had nightmares about Shana.

"I really hope they catch whoever did that to her. Nobody deserves to die like that."

It had been horrible. When Shana had died there hadn't been that much blood. She had put up a fight, but she hadn't been able to survive.

"Ezra… I have this feeling."

He shot me a strange look and cleared his throat, clearly feeling awkward.

"No, not a Grunwald-type feeling," I assured him.

He seemed to breathe out in relief.

"Mona told me something before she was killed. She called me… and said she had proof that Alison is A."

Ezra opened his mouth but then quickly shut it. He fidgeted with his mug but he didn't seem as shocked as I had expected him to be.

"You don't seem surprised."

"Well…it makes sense."

I nodded, knowing he was right. Of course it made sense, it had been our first thought when we had started receiving the texts. But now Alison was back and it wasn't the same.

"So you think she killed Mona?" he continued for me.

"I don't know. I can't even say it out loud."

Ezra put his arms around me and pulled me closer. I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to forget anything having to do with Alison. Even when she wasn't around, she had a horrible way of destroying things.

"We've gotta get going," he said, pulling away, "The funeral starts in half an hour."

I stood up, smoothing out my dress. It saddened me that this was just one of the many funerals I had attended. Ezra took my hand, and I realized I should probably be supporting my brother instead of being at his apartment. But I had gone there without thinking. Like many times before, it was my safe haven.

"It'll be okay," he insisted, flashing me a small smile.

I heard my phone ring and pulled it out of my purse.

I told you. Nosey bitches die. Who's next? -A