"You have some serious explaining to do, Spence," said Hanna, who was looking at a quite beaten up Spencer.
Spencer didn't respond. She just kept staring into thin air.
"Spencer. Aria's hurt. Seriously hurt. How could you do this to her? I thought you were better than that. I thought you were the one of us that would never ever do anything like that. I can't believe you."
Spencer's eyes met Hanna's. "Stop."
"You hurt her."
"I know. I know."
Hanna picked up Aria's phone. "It was from A. A ninth grader wouldn't do this. A ninth grader wouldn't care."
"There was no ninth grader."
Hanna's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Spencer, you have to be kidding me. Is this… Is this… This can't be Alison. Please, tell me this can't be Alison."
Spencer didn't say anything.
"Please. Please, Spencer."
"I can't say anything."
Aria jumped up from the corner of the room where she had been sitting silently, too distraught to speak. "Alison's back."
Spencer nodded.
"We can't be sure. Right? We can't be sure it's Alison," said Hanna.
"We've got to go to the police."
"No!" shouted both Hanna and Spencer in unison.
"What more could we possibly be hiding?!" yelled Aria.
Hanna and Spencer were both silent, but all of a sudden their phones starting beeping.
Everyone's hiding much more
than you can handle.
xxx A