Author's Note: In the real world the next little section wouldn't be very believable but in the PLL world I think it works. Just one more chapter left after this but don't worry, you don't have to wait until then to find out who A is ;) I hope you enjoy this very revealing chapter.

"Why's the phone so important?" Ali whispered, her voice cracking.

Spencer quickly scanned the next few pages and then looked up in shock. "CeCe wanted to prove that Bethany was crazy so she filmed the attack at the DiLaurentis house. But she dropped her phone when Charles did what he did."

A stunned silence fell until Aria finally said what they were all thinking. "There's a video of what happened that night. I can't believe it."

"Her phone died somewhere in the middle of the night but she ended up catching more on tape than she'd bargained for. Charles hitting Ali. Charles and Mrs. D. burying Ali. How Ali was pulled out of the dirt. Even Melissa burying Bethany," Spencer said as she raced through even more pages.

Everyone stared at Spencer, waiting for her to continue. "And what happened to the video?" Emily finally asked.

Spencer was shaking too much (in nervousness and excitement) that she had to pass the diary off to Aria who picked up where the other girl left off. After a quick perusal she spoke up. "It's in your room Spence. CeCe said she made sure it was in your secret hiding spot."

"Why my room?"

"Don't question it!" Hanna shrieked. "Go find it so we can see who Charles is once and for all!"

Spencer didn't need to be told a second time. She uncrossed her legs and raced up the stairs. No one said a word until she rushed back down five minutes later. "It's on a flash drive!" she announced so Caleb quickly pulled out his laptop.

"Where was it?" Emily asked as the computer booted up.

"Under the loose floorboard in my closet where I used to hide things, right where she said it would be. Which doesn't make sense because I know I emptied that out before college so Lord only knows how it got there."

"I've got it!" Caleb announced then waited to hit play once everyone had gathered around the living room table where he'd placed the computer.

He hit play and suddenly CeCe's face took up his screen, her long blonde hair curling over the yellow top they all recognized from "that night." She was walking through the woods, presumable in between the Hastings and DiLaurentis's yards. Since she was holding her phone the camera was shaky but then she stopped and adjusted until it became very clear that she was at the scene of the crime that would be committed later that night.

"This is Cecelia Drake and tonight I'm getting proof that Bethany Young needs to be sent far away from Rosewood. She's a dange, not just to other Radley patients but to the families of Radley patients."

The camera switched from CeCe's face to a view of a blonde girl who looked eerily like her, at least from behind. The person was facing the DiLaurentis house, watching Veronica who was just on the other side of the window.

The blonde had taken just one step forward when a figure in a black hoodie appeared behind her and a rock was thrown. "Charles, what did you do?" CeCe shrieked. It was at that point that the phone fell. It landed with an audible thump but the camera didn't turn off, landing just feet away from Alison's bloodied forehead in a way that looked purposeful, artistic almost.

Unintelligible cries and door slams were heard and then three pairs of legs were shown crowding around Ali's prone body. Then Mrs. DiLaurentis hunched over her daughter, tears falling from her eyes. She checked for a pulse with shaking hands and then looked up at the figures standing next to her. "I can't lose you both. We'll have to bury her Charles," she choked out.

Charles took his time bending down, almost as though he knew he were being filmed and the Liars would be watching the film years later. More of his jeans appeared in the shot, then the black hoodie, and then he was pushing said hood back and his face was finally exposed.

Emily screamed and everyone else gasped except for Spencer. She just froze as her stomach churned and her mind revolted against the revelation.

It was Wren. Wren Kingston was Charles DiLaurentis. The same Wren Kingston that had given Spencer the sparkling diamond ring on her left hand.

"What the f˗"

"Now now, no need for that type of language," an unfamiliar voice called from the front door. A door that no one had heard open while they'd been enthralled by the revelatory video. And then suddenly Wren appeared out of the darkness and leant against the doorframe just as casually as could be.

"I'd say congratulations on finally solving the mystery but you wouldn't deserve it. I can't believe CeCe had to do it for you!" he crowed, his voice lacking any trace of the British accent everyone in the room was used to.

When Toby went to stand up Wren slammed the door shut and pulled a gun out of the back of his pants. "You are going to listen to me. I mean, don't you want to know how I did everything? Especially you Spencer. And Ali, my beautiful baby sister. Now if only Jason were here to make the reunion complete," he trilled.

"He won't be coming," Ali spat out. She was clearly angry but there was a touch of relief there too and the other girls knew exactly what she was thinking. At least Jason would be spared from whatever was about to happen.

Wren chuckled. "Oh but he will be." He'd just taken a step away from the door and into the room when the door slammed open and Jason rushed in, his eyes wild.

"What's wr˗"

Wren swept Jason's legs out from beneath him and then pulled him up to his knees, the gun to Jason's head before he could even finish his sentence. "Hello, little brother."

Jason's eyes were wide and he locked his gaze with Alia who slowly nodded. "I…I think he's telling the truth Jason. I think he really is Charles."

"But how? Why?" Spencer sputtered.

In the silence after her question the sudden noise from Caleb's computer was horrendous. They all turned as one and winced when they saw Bethany laying there, her hair matted with blood much like Ali's had been. The video had continued without them.

"Turn that off," Wren commanded. "And let me tell you a story."

Caleb paused the video with one finger and quickly hit record with another. Since the laptop wasn't aimed towards Wren they wouldn't get a visual but they'd get audio evidence of the conversation that was about to happen.

"Okay Wre˗Charles. Tell us your story," Hanna whispered.