I'm incredibly sorry for making you all wait so long for this chapter. Things got extremely hectic at work and I had to give up some of my writing time to finish a few things. Hopefully, my schedule lightens a bit so I can get back to my usual pace of writing.

This chapter focuses more on Paige and Emily and how they're dealing with the immediate repercussions of learning about each other's existence. As always, I hope you all love this. It's what we've all been waiting for. I can only pray that you all think the wait was worth it and that this does justice to the 19-chapter build up. :)

I'm kind of scared to put this out there because for the first time, I'm scared to know what you all think. Nevertheless, make sure you let me know because even with the fear of rejection, I still want to hear your thoughts. :)

Enjoy! :)

Paige's POV

"P-Paige?" Emily's voice quivers.

I am paralyzed, my eyes still closed. For a second, I just focus on breathing. Inhale. Exhale. I deal with E first because she's easier to deal with than Emily. This is the first time I had a dream without any people, just voices. Voices and feelings. I'm happy that I just got a new dream and yet, it doesn't feel like one. It feels more like a flashback, like a very faint memory.

I hear Emily take a few steps forward, pulling me back into the moment. I know I have to face her soon, most probably in the next few seconds. I open my eyes and at the same time, I turn around. When I do, Emily is now so close that the only space between us is the counter. My own eyes meet with her tear-filled ones. The amount of pain in her eyes makes me take a step back, allowing me to catch a glimpse of her face. Her eyes bear down into mine, as my mouth hangs open slightly, unable to react at how beautiful she is even while she's crying. I dip my head down, hiding the red rising in my cheeks.

"A-Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I manage to whisper as I return my gaze to her but it's her turn to not answer.

I breathe in and smell peaches. What a wonderful scent, I think. We both stare at each other, taking no note of George and Sadie who are both confused but obviously still watching us. The girl I have been dreaming about is standing in front of me. I know this is Sadie's girl but I can't deny the delight I'm feeling at having just found the one person I've been searching for since I woke up in the hospital years ago. I feel elated. E IS Emily and that doesn't sound so bad anymore. All my worries washed away the moment I saw her.

A few teardrops fall onto the counter and I could feel something tugging at my heart. I try to close the gap between us but my foot immediately hits wood. Stupid counter. I raise my free hand to wipe the tears off her face.

Before I can even fully raise my hand over the counter, Emily's hand comes into contact with my cheek, slapping me straight across the face. Everything happens in slow motion. I stagger backward in shock, losing my balance and sending the coffee cup shattering to the floor. I press my palms against the floor as I push myself back up, completely ignoring the shards of glass cutting into my skin. I recover quickly but she is faster than I am. By the time I've stood up, Sadie is already halfway out the door, running after Emily.

She's gone.

Emily's POV

I run out of the café, playing deaf to Sadie's calls. I can run faster than her and I know it's only a matter of time before I lose her. I also know that I won't be able to come home tonight, not that I want to go home anyway, because Sadie will definitely be there waiting for me. There's a price you have to pay for telling your friends where you keep the spare key.

My feet pound the pavement long after silence has replaced Sadie's voice and long after the night air has dried my tears, covering my face in stains. I run until I can't feel my feet anymore. I run until I am literally gasping for air. I collapse near a lamp post and sit on the pavement, panting. I won't let myself give in to my emotions. Not yet. I stand up and walk to the pool. I may not be able to run from my emotions but I can definitely try to drown them away.

I stealthily move past the sleeping guard, successfully sneaking in though I don't really have to. All the guards know me and will let me in any time of the day. They know me well enough to trust me but not enough to see through my façade. They always mistake my form of escape as dedication, not to say that I'm not dedicated. For the past 2 weeks though, my drive to get away from it all just overpowers everything else. I laugh to myself as I change into my spare swimsuit. Good thing I always keep one in my locker, along with a spare change of clothes, for these moments when I need to go for an impromptu swim. Funny how the pool can act both as a trigger and an escape. That's probably why I love it so much. It can be whatever I need it to be.

I take a dip before climbing up the highest diving board – my favourite spot. Only this time, I don't dangle my feet over the edge. Instead, I lie down on my back, fixing my hair so it hangs down. All I have to do is move up a few inches and I'd fall over, maybe drown in the process. I can't count how many times I got so close to actually drowning myself the first few months after Paige's death. Wouldn't it be comical if I had succeeded in drowning myself? Only for someone to find out years later that Paige didn't die after all?

I thought there was nothing left for me to cry after the past few weeks. I thought I couldn't hurt any more than I did. I was completely wrong. I move back from the edge of the diving board, curl into a ball, and let my tears fall again. I try to cry all my pain and anger away though it feels as if they are eating me alive. I cry for all the times I missed Paige, all the times I wished she was there, all the times I wanted to be with her, all the times I cried because of her. Then I cry for all the moments we could have had, all the places we could have gone to, all the anniversaries, birthdays, holidays we could have celebrated together. I cry for all my own achievements and all the highlights in my life that didn't seem as meaningful just because Paige wasn't there to share them with. I cry for how much I downplayed my life because I believed I lost the one person who gives significance to everything. I cry because I believe Paige is my end game and apparently, she doesn't believe that I am hers. I cry because even knowing that, I still believe that she is mine.

Maybe being someone's end game doesn't mean she's the one you get to spend the rest of your life with. Maybe all it means is she's the one person you can never live without, romantically or not. Maybe there is no such thing as an end game. Maybe it's all something I made up to romanticize what I thought I lost.

"How can you go on with your life like I did not exist? Like we did not exist? How can you just leave me behind?" I whisper to no one, attempting to relieve myself of some of the pain that's crushing my chest.

Paige's POV

I can only stare at the door, the scene repeating in my head on a loop.

"Paige, you're hurt." George rushes to my side, gently pushing me down on a chair.

"I-I'm okay." I raise my hands to touch my face where it stings but George quickly pulls them away.

"Your hands.. You cut yourself on some broken glass. Let me clean that up for you." George stands up and goes to the sink. He fills a large salad bowl with water and grabs a clean towel. "Here. Let me see those."

"I'm okay, George." I whisper.

As George cleans my wounds, I can feel him watching me intently for any sign of pain. I, however, remain emotionless, a million thoughts going on in my mind. Who in the world randomly hits someone else? I feel like I'm missing something that will explain everything. No matter how much I rack my brain though, I can't find the answer. Without saying anything else, I stand up and walk out of the café.

"P-Paige! Where are you going?" George says, hovering over the table, probably debating whether to go after me or not. "Paige. Paige! PAIGE!" He shouts.

"Lock up for Sadie, George. Thanks." I say to him, without even turning around.

After walking out the café, I look around and spot a bike beside the door. I don't know whose it is and frankly, I could care less. All I know is, I really want to get home, as fast as possible. I ride the bike home, deciding to just return it tomorrow.

When I arrive at my apartment, I go straight to my bathroom and look at my reflection. The happiness I felt a while ago is now overcome by defeat. I stare at myself, searching for a sign, a mark, a border I can use to determine where her hand grazed my cheek so sharply. I need to know where it should hurt because frankly, everything hurts and I have no idea why. I'm so tired that when I get to my bed, I instantly sleep everything away.

Once my alarm clock rings, I immediately get up, almost jumping out of bed. My sudden burst of energy drains away when I see myself in the mirror. There's no use pretending that I'm okay. I look terrible and feel terrible too. In addition to having a sore throat, my left cheek is sore and so are my hands. I barely got any sleep last night. As soon as I fall asleep, I wake up a few minutes later. Emily's eyes and all that pain - those were the only things in my dreams last night. It was the same damn dream over and over with only a few variations at the beginning. I'm riding a bike, I'd meet Emily, we'd stare at each other, I'd notice the pain, there would be a slapping sound, I'd feel the sting on my face, then I'd wake up. Swimming, Emily, staring, pain, slapping, stinging. Lunch, Emily, staring, pain, slapping, sting. Walking, Emily, stare, pain, slap, sting. Over and over and over again. Even when I'm awake, it's her eyes I see when I close my own.

I now understand why everyone is so worried about her. Granted, I haven't seen the whole world or met people from all walks of life, but my work entails me to help different people undergo a transformation in their lives. Despite what most people think, during the process of designing a house's interiors, I also watch my clients undergo their own personal transformations. Some come to me because they want to lessen the mark of someone who isn't in their life anymore. Some come to me because they want to make new memories. Some come to me simply because they want a change. No matter the reason, I leave all my clients happier than they were before and to me, that is something. But no matter how many problems I've heard or how many emotions my clients have shared, I've never seen as much pain as I had in Emily's eyes.

So yes, I now understand why she can make even a 5 year old worry. Because no matter how hard you try, you cannot unsee what you already saw. And because Emily's eyes, those beautiful, beautiful, shining eyes that have always been the brightest stars in my dreams, bring with them a kind of pain I can only describe as pure agony.

It's only 5 in the morning but I already decided to go to the New York pool for a swim instead of my parents' house. I don't want to risk seeing my parents and having to explain my red cheek and the cuts on my palms. My stomach growls and I remember that I haven't eaten anything since lunch yesterday. I grab anything edible and leave, chewing on an apple and a granola bar.

I take the bike I borrowed from outside Café Diem, planning to return it after my swim. As my feet turn the pedals, the diving board becomes enough of a distraction for me to not think about Emily for a while. I rarely go to the New York pool but when I do, I always make use of my favourite thing there - the diving board.

Emily's POV

"Hey! Emily! Hey, wake up!" I wake up to someone's panicking voice. I keep my eyes closed, remembering what happened last night and wanting to forget.

"Please wake up. I just.. I just found you.. Please." The person pleads. Paige?

I slowly open my eyes and see her crouching over me, shaking my shoulder with one hand and brushing hair off of my face with the other. I push her hands away, quickly sit up and back away from her.

"No, don't! You'll fa-" Paige rushes towards me.

I don't wait for her to reach me. I need to jump now if I want to avoid Paige and that's really all I want to do at this moment. I know that I don't have time to turn around. So I do a backflip dive down into the pool, leaving Paige at the top of the diving board, kneeling over the edge. When I hit the water, I linger at the bottom, wanting the water to engulf me.

"Emily? Emily!" Paige shouts, panic rising again in her voice.

I can feel her shouting but I don't care. Maybe if I play deaf, she'll just walk away. Instead, I hear a splash and I just know that Paige dove in after me. How can she rescue me now when she already abandoned me years ago? It's too late, Paige.

I start to swim underwater to get away. If I heard the splash correctly, Paige entered the water in front of me, probably overshooting her jump to avoid hitting me. I swim the other way. Before I get far, I am suddenly caught in an entanglement of arms and legs. Disoriented, I go limp, trying to redirect myself. I can feel Paige clinging on to my arms. Who else could it be but her? We're the only ones in here. I feel her haul us both up to the surface. Once our heads pop out of the water, I stare at her. She is clearly surprised to see me, as if she had no idea who she was holding on to.

"Let go of me!" I squirm against her grasp, making her hold on tighter. "Y-You're hurting me.." I say weakly.

She quickly lets go, her eyes fixated on the temporary red marks her hands left on my arms. My Paige is still so strong. I mentally correct myself. She's not my Paige anymore.

"Emily." Paige says, out of breath. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hold on to you so tightly. I ju-"

"I just want to be alone." I say softly, turning away from her and starting to swim towards the edge.

"You have a perfect backflip dive. That's impressive. Not all swimmers can do the highest board. I thought you dro-" She adds.

I whip my head around to look at Paige, making her stop mid-sentence. Did she think that I would let my skills go rusty because she left? I stare her down while searching for any kind of clue that she still feels anything at all for me. She does her usual head dip and I turn away. That head dip is so characteristic of her that it almost melts my heart. I start to walk towards the locker room, my anger coming back with each step. After all these years, Paige still can't take the intensity of my stare.

Paige's POV

When she stares at me, I feel as if she sees everything there is to see – from my clothes all the way through my bare soul. Why is that? It makes me feel so raw and vulnerable. I can't hold her stare any longer so I look down. When I look back up, Emily is already halfway through the locker room doors. I hastily get out of the pool and follow her inside. She is getting stuff out of her locker and doesn't notice when I take a seat on the bench behind her. She gasps when she turns around, almost bumping into me.

"Just leave me alone, McCullers!" She blurts out, her voice louder than before.

"Already calling me nicknames. Sounds like I already got to you." I say, smiling smugly.

I know this girl probably hates my guts for whatever reason I have yet to find out. Not to sound over-confident and arrogant but somehow, I feel that I've got this and that it's only a matter of time before she changes her mind about me. She walks into the shower without answering.

"My cheek still hurts, you know. What was that for anyway?" I ask. Is it obvious that I'm trying to start a conversation?

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Emily shouts, stomps out of the shower and walks toward me, fists clenched at her side. "YOU." She stares at me and stops talking, almost as if she's stopping herself from saying anything else. "You're not supposed to be here. Stop talking to me. Stop following me. Just stop it! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE IN MY LIFE."

She turns around and takes a few big steps then stops. She stands there for a while, shaking. I want to go to her and hug her. Her back may be turned but I can actually feel her crying and it feels like my world is caught in a torrential downpour. I stand up and make my way towards her but she returns to the shower before I reach her.

I return back to the bench, at a loss for words. No one has ever spoken to me that way. As much as I don't want to admit it, I know I already care for her in a way I shouldn't. Emily is after all, Sadie's girl. She is off limits.

Maybe it's only my imagination but I swear I felt my heart stop when she said what she did. You don't deserve to be in my life. Maybe it's also my imagination when I heard her mumble before she walked back to the shower. Not anymore.

You don't deserve to be in my life. I can still hear her voice long after the words came out of her mouth. Normally, it takes a lot to change my mind about things. But she said it with such finality that I can only agree. Emily has Sadie already. She doesn't need me. The tone in her voice tells me everything I need to know. She doesn't think she can bear to get hurt any more than she has already been. I can't give her any guarantee so I decide to give in and just leave her alone.

I change back into my clothes, not even bothering to go into a stall. I'll just take a shower at home to avoid getting the brunette even angrier than she already is. I just need to talk to her before I go.

"Emily." I say loud enough for her to hear. "I'm not going over there so don't worry. I just need to say something. You win. I won't bother you anymore." I pause. "You're right. I don't deserve to be in your life. You're really good friends with Sadie and after we cleared things up between us, I like to think I'm also one of her good friends. Maybe I don't deserve to be in your life but Sadie deserves to have both of us in hers. I'm really sorry for making you feel the way you do. I just wish we could talk about it. Anyway, I'll leave you alone now. Uh, one last thing, you smell really nice. I love peaches."

I wait a moment, hoping the she will change her mind. When she doesn't say a word, when she doesn't even show a single sign that she even heard what I said, I walk away.

Back in the pool area, I hear a loud crash coming from the locker room. I turn around and prepare to head back but stop myself. I said I'll leave Emily alone and I intend to keep my word. I need to earn her trust somehow if we're to be friends for Sadie's sake and now is the time to start. I gather all my will to keep from going back to the locker room. I run out of the pool before I can change my mind.

This is going to be one hell of a ride, Paige McCullers, but if you want Emily to even consider you as a friend, you have to start somewhere.

Emily's POV

I hold on to every word Paige is saying, secretly wanting her to profess her love. I know that if she did, I would cave. I am both thankful and hurting that Paige did the opposite. You're right. I don't deserve to be in your life. Damn right you don't, I think, hardening myself to keep from crying any more than I already have. You're really good friends with Sadie and after we cleared things up between us, I like to think I'm also one of her good friends. After she cleared things up with her ex-girlfriend. Why can't she say it? Why can't Paige tell me that Sadie is her ex-girlfriend? I'm really sorry for making you feel the way you do. I just wish we could talk about it. Sorry doesn't cut it, Paige, and of course, I don't want to talk about it. I want to forget. If you could forget about me so easily, why can't I do the same? I'll leave you alone now. That's all you ever did, didn't you? Everyday for 4 years, you could have chosen to come back to me, but everyday you didn't. Everyday, you chose to stay away. Everyday, you chose to leave.

You smell really nice. I love peaches. Paige's last sentences hang in the air. It's unfair that not much has changed on my side of things when so much has changed for the love of my life. Paige can still give me the butterflies even though she just ripped my heart out for too many times since her fake death.

After hearing the doors close, I collapse to the floor in sobs. I can't count how many times I wished for Paige to still be alive. I can't count how many times I longed to touch her, to smell her, to just be with her. And now that she is here, alive and willing to make amends, I can't seem to let go of the past 4 years I felt alone, and miserable, and hopeless.

A few more minutes pass and I pick myself up from the floor. I suddenly feel the need to sink into my bed and hide until all my problems go away. This is just too much to handle right now.

"You should listen to me more often. Find a new hiding place if you don't want to be found." Hanna says, standing on tiptoe to peek into the shower.

"Hanna! What the hell?" I cover myself with the towel just in time.

"You've been crying again. Puffy eyes don't suit you, Em." She turns her back to me and sits on a bench.

"Han.." I look up, wrapping the towel around me and getting out of the shower.

I stop a few steps away from the lockers, surprised to see Aria and Spencer sitting on the bench as well. They all look at me, unreadable expressions on their faces.

"Sadie called us, wanting to know where you were." Spencer speaks up first.

"We didn't tell her anything but she told us everything. You want to talk about it?" Aria says.

"Yeah, what happened? I didn't think you were the jealous type. At least not the jealous and violent mix. What did Sadie's ex do? Kiss her in front of you?" Hanna joins.

"Hanna, do I need to force a coffee filter down your throat for you to actually FILTER what comes out of your mouth?" Spencer gives her the evil eye.

"You can't live a day without your coffee, Spence. We all know that. You can keep your coffee filter." Hanna says, pleased with herself for getting a one up on the smart one.

"Really? Right now? I can't believe you two!" Aria's glare stops them both from talking, giving me a chance to finally say something.

"Guys, I really just want to go home." I say quietly, trying to put my clothes on with the towel still hugging my body.

"Em, you know we're here, right? There's a reason we always know where to look for you." Hanna assures her.

"Yeah. We've all done this before. We all know each other's hiding places and each other's weaknesses. There's nothing to hide." Aria gives Spencer a say-something-to-convince-her-to-talk look.

"This is about Paige, isn't it? A different Paige, Sadie's Paige, her ex-girlfriend. Did she remind you so much of McCullers?" Spencer puts her arm around my shoulder.

"OH MY GOD." Hanna suddenly says, almost shouting, as the realization hits her. "The other night when we were all talking on the phone. And yesterday at the diving board." She stands up, dumbstruck.

I gaze at the floor, somewhat surprised that Hanna figured it out first but also relieved that she did. I didn't want to say the words out loud, afraid that doing so would solidify the fact that Paige chose to live her life without me. Team Sparia waits for Hanna to say something more but Han is lost in her own thoughts and oblivious to the other two girls staring at her.

"WHAT?" Aria and Spencer say in unison, making the blonde jump a little.

"How is it possible that I got this and you two still have no idea?" Hanna says, exasperated. "Sadie's Paige is also Em's Paige. MCCULLERS IS ALIVE."

We all stare at each other, everyone speechless.

Paige's POV

I arrive at my apartment to find Sadie there. Before I can even put my things down, she is already bombarding me with questions and accusations.

"What did you do? What THE HELL did you do to her? WAS SHE ONE OF THE GIRLS YOU HAD A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH?" Sadie shouts.

"Woah. You know I don't do one night stands, Sades!" I counter.

"Yeah, well, I know. I just had it to get it out of the way." Sadie softens for a few seconds before she goes back to drilling me. "Seriously, McCullers. What did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO TO MAKE HER SO ANGRY AT YOU?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" I shout back, angry that my ex-girlfriend immediately assumed that I was at fault. "I have never met her my whole life! How the hell am I supposed to know what her problem is! You're the one who's all praises for this girl! For all you know, SHE'S JUST CRAZY!"

"You may think she's crazy but I know her, Lia! She doesn't just go around slapping people! YOU MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING THAT YOU DON'T REMEMBER!" She yells, grabbing a small pillow from my couch and throwing it across the room in frustration.

"STOP YELLING AT ME!" My voice the loudest I've ever heard it. I'm not backing down.

"I'm.. I'm sorry. I'm just so.." Sadie sighs, sitting on the couch.

"Worried?" I finish her sentence for her.

"Yes." She looks at me, tears threatening to fall. "She's not answering any of my calls or my texts. She didn't come home yesterday. I waited for her at her apartment."

"Maybe she didn't come home because she's scared to find someone who doesn't live there sitting on her couch." I tease.

I rarely see Sadie so devastated that I feel like I have to lighten things up somehow.

"HA-HA. We all know where she keeps her spare key, you know. And it wouldn't be the first time she'd come home to me or any of her friends on her couch." The redhead explains.

"You can come and go into her apartment as you please and you STILL haven't gotten to second base? Your game is definitely not what it used to be, Sades. Have you even gotten to first base?" I tease again.

"Well, remember the story I told you? The one in the café's restroom? I'm not even sure if that's first base but that's as close as I've gotten. Anyway, that's not the point, Lia. Can you please just try to remember what you could have possibly done? Maybe you stole her parking spot before or something. Something that seems nothing to you but could mean a lot to someone else."

"I doubt a parking spot could mean that much to anyone. Besides, I bike more than I drive, Sades."

"Just think, please. I can't have my two best friends in a virtual cat fight." Sadie stands up to leave.

"Okay, Sades. I doubt I did something but fine, I'll give my memory a once over." I give her a hug before seeing her out the door.

Should I have told Sadie that I saw Emily at the pool? There's a reason she didn't come home last night. She probably knows that her friends know where her spare key is so the idea that Sadie might be there waiting for her must have crossed her mind. She went to the pool because she didn't want to be found. What a unique hiding place – the highest diving board. I smile because that's exactly where I would hide too. Not many people can dive off the highest board and most are scared to try or are even willing to climb that high. I make a choice to not tell Sadie about my encounter with Emily earlier. I hope she doesn't tell Sadie either or I will be in trouble.

With Sadie out of my apartment, I can finally do some actual thinking. YOU MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING THAT YOU DON'T REMEMBER! After contemplating Sadie's statement over and over again for almost an hour, something comes to me. It's so plain and simple that I don't know how I managed to graduate at the top of my Stanford class but totally miss this. Why didn't it ever occur to me before?

I must have done something that I can't remember. As far as I am concerned, I have a pretty good memory. After the accident, that is. Since I woke up in the hospital, I've pretty much remembered everything significant that has happened to me. Like all the times I've reasoned out to myself, I explain it as making up for all the memories I've lost. I want to talk to Angel about this but I feel as if I have to deal with this on my own first.

I pace around my apartment. Should I call or should I wait some more? It's been hours since it first crossed my mind and I've done a lot of things to steer my thoughts away from it. I don't know whether I can delay this any longer but at the same time, I'm not sure I'm prepared to hear the answer. YOU MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING THAT YOU DON'T REMEMBER! Sadie's voice booms in my head one last time, helping me find the courage to go through with it.

I press the speed dial on my cellphone and wait for someone to answer. When I hear the familiar voice, I immediately ask my question. There's no turning back now.

"Mom, did I know anyone named Emily?"

Emily's POV

The girls have settled on my bed. I changed into my sleepwear immediately after getting home, ready to sleep the day away. They all agreed that an impromptu sleepover is necessary. I really appreciate it but I just want to sleep. I don't want to talk about things but the girls obviously have other things in mind.

I finally look at my phone and ignore all of my messages from both George and Sadie. I send them both a text though saying that I need some time alone and that I don't want to talk. In seconds, Sadie calls.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" Hanna asks, pointing at my phone.

"I don't really want to talk to her." I flip my phone to hide the screen.

"You're going to have to tell her one way or another, Em." Spencer says gently.

"Not now."

"Have you talked to Paige yet?" Aria asks.

"No. I don't want to." I hide the fact that I had another encounter with her just this morning, minutes before they arrived at the locker room.

"How can you not want to? We all deserve to know what happened, Em, most especially you. Aren't you even wondering why she never contacted any of us? Or why she made everyone believe she was dead?" Spencer says to me, eyes wide.

"I don't want to know, okay? I don't need to hear why she never came back to me. I don't need to hear why she'd rather live her life without me. I don't need to hear why she thought it was better to be alone than be with me." I pause, tears falling again. I'm so damn weak. "I don't need to hear why she chose to hurt me every single day for the past 4 years. I don't need to hear it. It already hurts too much without having to hear her say it. I just can't.."

"Okay." Spencer gives in.

They all gather around me. Spencer hugs me, Aria holds my hand, Hanna rubs my back and offers me a tissue every now and then. I don't know what I'd do without my friends. They have seen me through everything. They have seen me through Ali's death, Maya's as well, and all the other things that happened in Rosewood. Even after everything though, I honestly think this is something they can't help me with. I think the only person who can see me through this loss is the person I lost - Paige.