After school, Hanna went o work at Sean's mother's office. On her way in though, she almost turned around and called in sick. Sean walked out of the office just as she was about to turn the corner. She turned and tried to hide behind the wall, but he saw her.
"Hanna," Sean called.
Hanna turned around slowly looking at the floor, "Sean."
"Hanna, uh, can I talk to you for a second?"
She looked up at him. 'this is it ,' she thought, 'its over.' "Sure," she nodded and he pulled her aside into what seamed to be an unrented apartment in the huge office building.
"Hanna, I feel really bad about what happened. I just… You have to understand…' Sean trailed off.
"Are we over?" Hanna asked turning around and looking at him for the first time since they'd entered the room.
He had been looking at the floor and he looked up now, "What?" He asked shocked.
'Are we over? 'cause if we are can you just tell me now so I can go."
"Hannah where did you get an idea like that?" Sean took a deep breath then looked over Hanna, "You know, these last two months, you've really changed. I mean different from even the loss of weight and the bitchy over confidence. Its more, something deep rooted. Like since they found Allison's body, you haven't been the same."
Tears began to roll down Hanna's face.
"Hanna," Sean said, shocked. He stepped forward and took her arms.
"I," she managed to gasp.
"What is it?'
Hanna pulled away from him to get her phone out of her purse. She opened a folder she had made of all of 'A's' messages, ending with the voicemail. She held her phone out to sean and he took it. He scrolled through all the messages and then as he clicked down on the final text, the voicmail played out. And with its end, Hanna sank to floor in tears.