Ruthless

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Emily knew who the note was from without having to look. She gazed at her friends, confused. “You guys, Kelsey can’t make calls from inside the Preserve. She has no cell phone.”
“So . . .” Hanna stared at the phone. “Who wrote this?”
With shaking hands, Emily pressed READ. And then she shut her eyes, realizing this wasn’t over. Not even close.
Dig all you want, bitches. But you’ll NEVER find me. —A