So, okay. Here's the thing.
My name is Gigi Darcy, and I'm definitely not crazy.
Yes, yes, lots of people will tell you that I'm borderline sociopathic (in the sexy, brainy Sherlock Holmes sort of way, of course)...but I'm not crazy. I'm not.
And I'm definitely not seeing things.
When we grabbed lunch yesterday, I confronted Lizzie first. She shook her head, fumbled, and did her "nothing's happening" throwaway line. It was suspicious - but still normal. Then at dinner, I interrogated Will. And guess what? He did the exact same thing.
What are the odds?
The two polar opposites, two people who have a lifetime's worth of angst floating around online for the world to see, actually agreed. And not intentionally either.
It doesn't add up. I mean, seriously, what are the odds?
Unless it's not odds. It's not a coincidence. It's not random. It's not -
Ugh, sorry, I know I get carried away. I mean, help-me-with-my-math level diverted (Yes, I know that's the lamest excuse I could've invented. Stop convincing me, okay? I get it, folks. Deal?).
But this - this is something else. I'm not being deluded. Trust me! I'm not!
The clues are just...too many to ignore. Like, way too many.
Still don't believe me?
Really?
I mean, the evidence speaks for itself! Seriously! How could you -
Fine, fine. I'll tell you what happened.
Then maybe you can decide.