I might as well tell you now if you haven't caught on, that I will be following the basic storyline of the show with my own twists added in. It'll be roughly one episode per chapter, with some being either chunked together, summarized over, or broken into two. All depends on how my muse cooperates. Keep in mind this is a SPOBY story, so I will be twisting certain events or feelings to make them work with that. But there are some things I DO need to keep the same in order to do things LATER. So just because you think something/someone can be cut out, it probably just means you don't know what my plans are in the future ;)

As always, much love and appreciation to each of you, especially those that provide me feedback! Honestly means the world.

Have you guys ever tried to follow the exact timeline of the pilot? It actually gets super confusing. So if anything doesn't make sense to what you've seen, pretend it's creative freedom, yes? ;) And of course, I will have bended certain things a little to make them work, but for the most part, I steal quotes or entire passages from the show as I've warned before.

I do not own Pretty Little Liars.


-One Year Later-

Spencer Hastings settled outside as the moon rose higher in the sky, thumbing through the pages of To Kill a Mockingbird. They would be starting it tomorrow no doubt. It was always the junior English class' first assignment.

Being the kind of girl that she was, Spencer had already read it several times growing up. Literary classics were more common in her upbringing than cartoons and junk food.

She only had lantern light and the patio lights strung above to aid her reading, but she enjoyed the peace of outside too much to contemplate moving inside to read.

Despite her busy hands, her mind couldn't help but reflect back on the day she had had. It had been a long, weird twenty-four hours.

First days of school were never really that fun. At least not for normal people. But Spencer was never normal when it came to the academic side of things. She very much enjoyed diving right back into school and activities.

Last year, it really had been a saving grace. She was so busy from sun up to sun down that she didn't have time to really miss Toby or Alison, let alone the other best friends that had drifted away.

After Alison's disappearance, Aria's family moved to Iceland under the lieu of her father getting a new job. Most of the town saw it for what it was though; a chance to keep their daughter safe and protected not just from whatever happened to Alison, but to give her a chance to have a fresh start. They were all so young to be dealing with so much.

As expected with long distance, the calls became fewer and far between and soon the texts and emails stopped all together. Spencer felt as though she actually kept in touch with Aria the longest out of the three, which only made it sadder.

Emily became really serious about swimming and was practicing all the time. Spencer could understand that; after all, she herself had joined about eight clubs and spent her weekends practicing essay writing and reading classic literature.

But with the new obsession, although Emily had always been a water bug, came a new set of friends and a boyfriend that suddenly liked being the center of her world. They had been dating while Alison had been alive, getting together the year before she went missing, but as with young relationships, it was more of a social status than a commitment.

Hanna, too, had changed. Her outer image had gotten quite the makeover. With forty pounds gone and new clothes, hair, make-up, and all the fixings, she had quickly become the new It girl. She had learned from the best after all.

Accompanying that role was the dry humor and the giggling behind people's backs. She and Mona, another girl who had had the same drastic change, soon were running the school.

Spencer had found it entertaining how quickly the student body had adapted to the two girls that used to be shunned. They were like bees in a colony. But if it wasn't for Hanna being friends with Ali, Spencer was sure Mona never would've been able to climb the social ladder to the top.

But Hanna had learned all the tricks and treats of being the queen bee thanks to Alison. Spencer was sure Alison would be proud, which was likely half of the motivation behind her motives. It was always clear how much Hanna wanted to impress Alison while she was around.

Hell, didn't all of them?

The few times the girls would run into each other, they'd still be friendly, but it was nothing like it was. There was too much tension, too many memories, for them to keep things like they were. The thing they all really had in common was Alison, and now that was gone.

Spencer had run into Hanna before school at the mall when she was picking out a new shirt to wear to dinner that night. She was grateful that Hanna had pushed her to buy the more flattering halter top than the plain white blouse she had originally been going for. Despite their loss of contact, Hanna still knew her and her rivalry with her sister.

And she had a point—Melissa didn't always have to win.

Spencer was even more grateful of that when she had met Wren and realized how cute he was.

Although, after her little tiff with Melissa in front of him earlier, he probably wasn't the most impressed with her maturity, but at least the shirt might catch the better end of his attention. However, her irritation with Melissa had been the real pusher to pull the shirt on for the group dinner with their parents that night.

Checking her watch, Spencer realized they'd be leaving shortly. She had been so caught up in her self-appointed homework she had lost track of time. Just because it was the first day of school, didn't mean Spencer couldn't think ahead. She was using this quiet time to write notes in the margins and dog-ear important pages to reference later. She already had her final essay topic in mind.

As she contemplated her three main arguments and rebuttals in her mind, a familiar figure slipped between the bushes.

Well, speak of the devil.

Clearly not seeing her, Melissa's new fiancé Wren extinguished his cigarette in the potted plant.

She rolled her eyes. "Shouldn't you know better? I mean, you are a med student, right?" she added patronizingly.

He smirked, spotting her lounging on the wooden patio chair. "And you're a bit of a smartass." His British accent rang clear in the silent night.

"A bit?" she countered, driving his point further home as she flipped a page in her book, smirking. "Does Melissa know you smoke?"

"Does she have to know everything?" he replied, raising an eyebrow.

They shared a smile, eyes locked, before Spencer averted her eyes again as her face heated up. He actually had a really sweet smile.

"I'm sorry we're moving into your loft. If you want me to say anything…"

Spencer shook her head slightly. "It wouldn't make a difference. But thank you for being sorry." she added, not wanting to sound ungrateful, and frankly rather surprised at his sincerity.

A thought struck her as she sat up, marking the page in her book.

"You're not like Melissa's usual boyfriends…"

Wren looked amused, and intrigued. "How am I unusual?"

She tried not to smile. "We're late for dinner."

Spencer crossed the patio, pausing as she passed him.

"I actually like you. That's what's unusual." she mused, smiling a little at him before slipping inside.

Spencer tried not to blush, feeling Wren's eyes glued to her back as she walked away. She briefly wondered what he might be thinking.

But it didn't matter if the cute British guy was flirting with her. For as soon as she felt the butterflies of flattery come to life in her belly, it was another sweet smile that came to her mind.

She hadn't seen Toby since that night… since the night where everything changed. For all she knew, he was still caged in there, or had been released early. She had spent many nights wondering if they would ever cross paths again.

But she had also grown up in the last year. She didn't have a choice. One of her best friends, someone who had been so constant in her life since the seventh grade, had disappeared. The authorities may not know what happened to her, and although Spencer didn't know the gruesome details, she did know deep down that Alison was gone and wasn't coming back.

Of course, there was always a bud of hope that maybe Alison was safe and warm somewhere, off travelling the world under the persona of someone else or something equally glamorous. Out of everybody in the world, she would do something that insane and not tell a soul. Alison loved her secrets.

So many things had happened in that one night. The only thing she could be grateful of was that she and Alison had made up before she lost her. She would've hated herself for having those harsh words be the last she ever said to her best friend.

Spencer watched her reflection in the bathroom mirror as a few tears slipped from her eyes. She reached up to stop their path, frustrated with herself for showing weakness. Alison might be fine. She had to keep believing that. She couldn't give up on her.

There was a part of Spencer that really believed if you willed something, it could happen.

But that was such a small part of her. Most of her was too scientific and practical for that. And she had compared statistics and numbers and facts after Alison went missing and they all pointed to the same thing.

Even if Alison was abducted, and kept alive this long, she wouldn't be the same girl when she was found, if she was found. But that scream still haunted Spencer's nightmares. It wasn't the scream someone let out when they were being grabbed. There wasn't a cry for help mixed in. When Alison had screamed, it had been in pure terror. She had been screaming like her life was about to flash before her eyes. And Spencer had a feeling that this wasn't some random act of violence.

It's not as though Alison was an angel. There were a lot of people that really hated her. And frankly, Spencer couldn't blame them. Alison certainly knew how to be cruel when she wanted to be. But she tried not to think of those times. She wanted to remember Alison for her sweet moments, not her bullying, but that really was easier said than done.

Spencer's mind would always drift back to Toby. The fact that Alison sent him away, broke them up, and she still had no idea why. She didn't believe what Alison said, although that night outside the barn really shoved that point home. Toby was going along with whatever Alison had said and making it very clear that he didn't want her, not now, not ever.

Still, Spencer had a tiny shell of hope that maybe she had been wrong. Maybe one day they could find a way to make it work. Maybe it had all been a huge misunderstanding.

But that scientific side of her brain won the argument again and reminded her that she probably would never see Toby again.

Spencer sighed. She had to move on from him. She had to let go. It had been over a year since he had even smiled when he saw her. She could almost feel the icy chill of bitterness she had gained over the past year since that night frost over her heart again.

As long as she didn't think about their time together, she could force her anger at him for being so spiteful with her to take over the loneliness and longing for his company she only let herself feel in moments of weakness.

Correcting her throat to push away the lump in her throat as well as shove her thoughts away, Spencer fixed her make-up, wondering if she would ever be able to move on from the blue-eyed boy of her past.


The next few days at school didn't get any simpler. Aria was back in Rosewood now, which only made the difference in their friendship all the more clear. She hadn't even called or messaged to say she was moving back.

But that first day of English class something had happened. The new English teacher had looked directly at her and cursed, as if shocked to see her, and her mirroring expression only alerted the rest of them that they knew each other somehow. Most likely, not in a teacher-student way.

Spencer had been intrigued, the school girl part of her wanting the gossip, but Aria had never called to gush about it.

But why would she really? They had drifted apart, just like she had with the other two girls.

Which is why Spencer hadn't pressed Emily much earlier in the locker room after field hockey practice when she was changing after swimming, despite her wishes to. Her expression had alarmed her, it was filled with confusion and almost fear, but when she asked about it, Emily had smiled and said everything was fine.

Spencer had known her too long to believe her. But she had lost the right to push her on it when she lost touch with her over the past year. Emily had new friends to confide in, and although Spencer would always care for her, she wasn't that person she would go to anymore.

Her worry over Emily didn't evaporate after she left the locker room though. It followed her home, and Spencer decided she needed a soak in the Jacuzzi, especially with the way her muscles were aching from practice.

Slipping into her brown striped bikini, Spencer slung a fluffy towel over her shoulder and grabbed a soda.

As luck would have it, a newly present figure in her home waltzed through the back doors moments later.

"Perfect time for a Jacuzzi." Wren suggested, grinning at her as he waved back towards the backyard.

"I thought you guys weren't moving in until next week." Spencer noted, sipping at her can of diet cola.

"Melissa wanted to get settled before classes start."

Of course she did, Spencer groaned inwardly.

Wren's smile suddenly turned playful again. "You wouldn't happen to have a towel, would you?" he teased, clearly seeing the white cotton hanging over her shoulder.

Returning the smile in amusement, she tossed him it with grace. As he dried himself off, she rubbed at her shoulder, wincing a little at the tension there. Her eyes ran over his exposed torso, not minding the view, until he turned back towards her. She adjusted herself as if she hadn't been gawking.

"Tough day at school?" he asked.

"Tough field hockey practice." she corrected with a grimace as she dug deeper.

Wren's eyes lit up. "I used to row for Oxford."

"Ooh that looks good on a med school app." Spencer taunted, cursing herself for her rather pathetic flirting skills, and then again for flirting in the first place.

Wren was Melissa's boyfriend. And… well, no, she didn't really have an excuse besides that. Toby was out of her life now.

"I did it because I loved it…" Wren explained passionately, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Mmm." she hummed, averting her gaze in bashfulness now. He certainly wasn't afraid to keep his eyes on her.

"You probably have a fluid buildup in your bursa sac." he explained, gesturing to her shoulder.

He circled behind her and she cast her eyes over her shoulder to meet his.

Holding back her laughter, Spencer threw another witty line at him. "I bet you say that to all the girls…"

Amused, and seeking permission, Wren paused. "I can help."

"Okay…" she finally agreed. It really was bothering her.

His hands set to work, pushing firmly and sinuously over the knot that she couldn't quite reach. Spencer felt it shifting, easing the pain away. "That's awesome." she breathed, her eyes closing of their own accord as she unintentionally leaned back into his touch.

The intimacy of what he was doing began to catch up to her. They were both barely clothed, and he was touching her in a way that was making her feel things she hadn't felt in a while.

He pressed closer to her as he worked harder to loosen the knot in her muscles, his body heat beginning to seep into her skin at the close proximity. She was curious on what his expression was in that moment, but her back was to him. Somehow she knew that something had changed between them; his touch had altered in a subtle way that made her feel like he might suddenly whip her around and kiss her.

Without understanding why, she hoped he would.

"Wren?" Melissa's voice came from another room, nearing, and, without verbalizing it, the pair separated awkwardly.

Spencer quickly slipped out of the back door, trying to figure out what she was going to do about her growing attraction to her sister's boyfriend.


After her soak, which lasted much less time than she would've liked since she was too afraid of Melissa and Wren coming back outside, she changed and got started on her homework. She found it much easier to concentrate when they went out to dinner together and she was left alone in the house. The peacefulness radiated from more than just the silence after that.

But she heard them come home and quickly stepped away from her computer to peek out of her room window.

The two of them had stopped outside of the barn door, exchanging kisses and giggles, and Spencer couldn't help but watch longingly. She missed that. It hurt to see it. And she knew that wasn't because of her new building feelings for Wren.

An alert from her computer dragged her away from the scene and she opened the new email.

Poor Spencer. Always wants Melissa's boyfriends. But remember, if you kiss I tell. –A

Staring at the screen, her eyes zoned in on one particular letter. A. That's how Alison used to sign her texts or emails.

Alison was the only one who knew about her and Ian's kiss while Melissa and he were still dating. It had to be her. But how?

Spencer walked over to the window that looked directly into Alison's old room. They used to sit by their windows and have phone conversations while looking at each other. Spencer always loved when she could see Alison giggle at something she said, more than just hearing it. There was something about making Alison laugh in a good way that made you feel on top of the world. Special.

She didn't know why she had even gone to the window. Alison's family had sold that house and the new tenants had just moved in the other day. But Spencer straightened up in surprise when she saw a flash of blonde hair leave from view of the window.

"Alison?" Spencer whispered in shock.

Could it really be? Was Alison back?


Spencer was reorganizing her desk when she heard the sirens come blaring down the street. Her parents were still out and Melissa and Wren were no doubt busy with themselves in the barn.

She ran downstairs and down the driveway, stopping outside of the bushes by the gate when she saw the huge collection of people outside of the DiLaurentis' old house.

Spencer wasn't even aware the tears were falling down her face until the word CORONER on the black van was suddenly blurred.

There was no doubting what they had found. She knew earlier must have just been a trick her mind was playing on her, probably her brain glitching and replaying an old memory of all the years she'd seen Alison in her room. That wasn't even her house anymore; why would she be in there?

Spencer wasn't sure how long she stood there, but more police cars came and a body was wheeled out and into the black van. She saw Emily run past everybody and embrace a young girl their age. She remembered seeing her when the movers were around, so clearly she was her new neighbor. Leave it to Emily to be the sweetest to people that Spencer should really know.

Another familiar brunette got out of a car but started heading back towards where Spencer was standing. It took her a moment to realize it was Aria.

She stood next to her and they both briefly stared at each other, like they had never seen a human before, and turned back to the scene. What could you really say in a time like this? They both knew there was no doubt about whose body was in that black canvas.

Was it really all over?

"I heard the cops took Hanna to the police station today." was the first words that Aria spoke to her in almost a year.

Spencer felt the familiar panic brew in her core. She knew what Aria was getting at.

"You don't think she'd ever talk about-"

"The Jenna Thing?" the blonde in question interrupted, stepping forwards and joining them on the sidewalk now. "We made a promise."

The three old friends didn't say anything more as the best friend they had lost left their lives for good.


The crowd finally dispersed, and, without more than a glance between them, the girls separated and went home.

Spencer had headed back inside and settled in the red armchair by the window. She didn't know why exactly, but she felt closer to Alison somehow by sitting in the window opposite of her old room.

It was sort of morbid in a way, but she couldn't really do much else. It was all still sinking in that her best friend really and truly was gone.

Spencer tried to read the book in her hands, but she mostly was staring at the pages, lost in memories and the sick feeling that Alison's body had been only feet away from her this past year. A part of her felt like she should've known, she should've sensed it somehow, and that that night, when Spencer went looking for her, she should've found her.

Alison was vindictive, and mean, and manipulative, but she was still one of the best friends Spencer had ever known. And that was why she finally had to bow her head and cry.

Little did Spencer know that someone was watching her. It wasn't the luminous figure that had sent her that –A message earlier, but another troubled soul.

Toby Cavanaugh kept his distance, but he was watching her through her window.

Despite Alison's attempts to convince the other girls that he was a peeping Tom, he had never looked in anyone's windows. But this time he had to make an exception.

He had heard all of the ruckus when he was out on his evening stroll. He had made the wise decision to only come out at night since he had returned home a few days before. He didn't miss the glares his own neighbors gave him when he went outside to get the mail, so he knew the rest of the town was bound to be just as unwelcoming.

Alison had been right. He shouldn't have come back. This town would never change and he was on the brinks of exile.

But he had to come back. Because this is where Spencer was.

It had been a year and he had left things pretty rough the last time he had seen her. He didn't expect her to pine after him and hold on to the feelings of the beginning of that fateful summer. But a part of him hoped she would. Because he wasn't giving up.

He knew Alison had a point that night they met outside the barn. His reputation would only cause a rift between him and Spencer. But after he got back to reform school, he remembered something Spencer had said before.

"Toby, when I'm with you, things are easy. The rest of the world can get over it. I'd pick you over them any day."

He hoped that still rung true, or that he could remind her of why she once said that.

It wasn't just Spencer's family's high expectations standing in their way, or his reputation, and obviously Alison wasn't a factor anymore. He had never wished ill of Alison, no matter what trouble she had caused, but he knew she hadn't exactly been a fan of the relationship. Especially seeing as she appeared to go out of her way to try to screw things up between them.

But they couldn't overcome all of this if Spencer refused to give him a second chance. First he had to earn back her trust. He still was trying to figure out how on earth he was going to do that.

Toby's heart seized up in pain when he saw that Spencer's blank staring at her lap had morphed into her hunched over sobbing. He knew the realization of losing her friend forever had finally caught up with her, and it took all of his willpower not to burst into the door and run upstairs to hold her.

He couldn't imagine how she had felt this past year. He knew Spencer was strong; but most of that was a façade, a habit of hiding her true feelings rather than not having them. He had seen her get her feelings hurt and try to mask it to appear like everything was fine like that day in the hall when Alison snapped at her. He had watched her break down when she found out the truth about him and Jenna. And tonight, outside her house, he watched her innocence finally be torn from her as she understood what it felt like to lose someone to a power you couldn't control.

Spencer didn't do well without control. And it broke his heart as he watched her run out of breath one floor up and choke on her tears of grief.

It was a very private moment to witness, and although his guilt told him he should leave quietly, his feet rooted him to the spot. He hadn't stopped thinking about her once this past year. He had found it in himself to believe that he and Spencer could work through anything together if they were given the chance. And with that belief, he fought through all those grueling months at reform school. Because he knew that it would be worth it in the end. Because Spencer was worth all of the pain and kicks and nights with no food and two minute showers where he didn't have enough time to rinse the soap out of his eyes.

Spencer was worth the world. And if it was the last thing he ever did, he was going to prove it to her.

Now he just had to figure out how.


Spencer had stared in the mirror for a long time that Saturday morning. It was a bright sunny day, but she was dressed in black from head to toe. Her face looked like it had never seen the light of day, or a wink of sleep, and she redid her hair at least three different times.

Nothing seemed quite right, but then why would it? She was attending her fifteen-year-old best friend's funeral today.

Her parents didn't say anything in the car, and Melissa was coming later on with Wren. They wanted to drive separately, because who doesn't want some lovey-dovey couple time before a funeral, right?

Spencer was grateful though. Melissa would probably only make things worse. Their fighting in the past year had only escalated and Spencer was pretty sure it would always be that way with them. She fought with Melissa more than she fought with Alison and that was saying something.

At the church, Spencer dutifully headed up the stairs and spotted Emily and her mom walking up from the other way. They all sort of forced smiles and Spencer hugged Emily tightly to her, holding on for longer than she normally would have. She knew Emily had been the closest to Alison out of all of them, or at least she worshipped her the most, but Spencer was also hugging her because she was the first person that could really understand the hollowness that was radiating in her chest. Other people had been nice and said kind words, but it was all empty. Those that really knew Alison, all sides of her, were Emily, Hanna, and Aria, and they were the only ones that would really understand how terrible a loss this really was.

Spencer hugged Pam Fields too, and realized that Emily's dad must still be away on leave. It really hit home how little she knew now about Emily's life that she wasn't even aware if her dad was in the same country as them or not. That was just such a simple thing to know.

As soon as Emily finished hugging Spencer's parents, she linked arms with her, not wanting to let Spencer get far. Spencer was more than grateful for the added support.

They met Mrs. DiLaurentis along the way up the aisle of the church. She hugged each of them and explained that she would love if they sat in the front row since that's what Alison would have wanted.

Emily slid in first, Spencer following, and they both stood to hug Hanna when she joined them a few minutes later. They all were silent, but it wasn't like the silence that had been between them the past year. They all understand that they were just lost in their own thoughts and that there really wasn't anything to say now.

Aria got to the end of the aisle and was staring at the gleaming coffin like it was a car accident that you couldn't look away from despite the horror. Hanna reached out to squeeze her hand and she finally seemed to realize that they were all there and where she was.

Sitting next to Hanna at the end of the row, her eyes swerved over to Alison's picture next to the black box.

"Poor Ali." Emily said, also lost in gazing at the happy girl in the picture.

Hanna almost laughed, but it was probably to avoid crying. "Can you believe what a scene this is?"

"Alison would have loved it." Aria agreed.

"Popular in life, and death." Spencer mused morbidly.

Hanna looked over to see Emily was either on the verge of breaking down or throwing up. She looked more than defeated. She wouldn't make it through the first half at this rate.

Unzipping her clutch, Hanna pulled out a flask and passed it down the row.

"No thanks, I don't-"

"Today, I think you do." Hanna told her seriously.

Emily must have agreed since she swigged it back.

Spencer rolled her eyes at the fact that Hanna would bring a flask to a funeral. She had always been the best at stealing liquor though, so she shouldn't have been surprised.

Aria's phone suddenly beeped and they all tensed.

"Anyone we know?" Hanna asked urgently.

Aria shook her head. "Nah, it's just my mom sending me a text…"

She looked across the row at the three girls and realized something.

"Emily and I aren't the only ones who got messages from A, are we?"

The four looked around in shock at each other, clearly more confused than ever on who had been sending these. Alison was in a coffin in front of them and she was the only one who knew their secrets. And why were all four of them getting them?

Whispering behind them caught Spencer's attention and she swiveled her head to see two new guests arriving late. The sight of the pair caused her lungs to nearly collapse.

"Oh my god… it's Jenna… and Toby…"

She could barely get the words out. She was too shocked.

But there was Toby leading a blind Jenna Marshall into the church. She hadn't seen him since that night, but his face had always surfaced in her mind during those lonely or tough nights when she felt more alone than ever.

Toby caught her eye, locking his gaze with hers for a long moment, before he helped guide his step-sister into the pew.

The DiLaurentis' came and sat next to them, Mrs. DiLaurentis turning to them in surprise.

"Is that Jenna Marshall I saw? I didn't know she and Ali were friends."

"They weren't." Spencer cut in unhelpfully, still trying to process what all of this meant.

Jenna was back? What did this mean? Did she know the truth?

And what in the world was Toby doing here?

And even more so, who in the world was sending these –A texts?


After the funeral and more sympathetic hugs and words, the four girls exited the church arm-in-arm. Their own mourning and heavy hearts were interrupted by a sandy-colored haired man approaching them.

"Emily, Spencer, Aria, and Hanna." the man said slowly, looking at each of them in time with their name.

"Do we know you?" the swimmer of the group asked.

"I'm Detective Wilden. I understand you all were good friends with the victim." he said, pulling out his business card and handing it over to Spencer.

"Yeah, we were." Emily said pointedly.

"I'm going to need talk to each one of you."

"We talked to the police when Alison went missing." Spencer explained.

"And I intend to go over each and every one of your statements since this is no longer a missing person's investigation—it's a murder." he said with an air of threat. "And rest assured I will find out what happened last summer."

He walked away after that. Was he… he sounded as though he was implying he knew they were hiding The Jenna Thing. In perfect timing, they spotted Toby helped Jenna into a car, glancing over at them before averting his eyes and following her inside.

Aria looked terribly worried as she grabbed at their hands so they turned their backs to him. "Do you think he knows about…?"

"No, how could he?" Hanna demanded.

A chill ran up each of the girls' spines as all of their phones began going off at the same time. Feeling sick, Spencer pulled out her phone and stared at the luminous message.

"Oh my god." Aria breathed.

"It's from-" Hanna stammered.

"I got one too." Emily interrupted.

"I'm still here, bitches…" Spencer read.

They all finished it in unison. "…And I know everything. –A."

It suddenly became harder to breathe. Who could this be? How much did they know?

It was clear that even though they just buried their best friend moments before, this was all far from over.

And it was not going to be good.