Chapter 7

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I pick it up with a shaky hand. It reads "WHAT DO YOU KNOW?" What..? What do I know? Did Walter write this? I turn the paper around. "E.R.W" is written in all caps. Looks like a set of initials. Good luck guessing who that is. E...E...Emilee? No. The last initial is "W". What am I doing? This person could still be in my house! I set the note down, and nervously walk over to the drawer where I keep silverware.

          I open the drawer, and pull out a knife. I cautiously walk down the hall, my eyes wide and my hands shaking. I half expect for someone to jump out. What if it's the person who killed Emilee, and they think I know something? Why would they think I know something? How do they know where I live? I feel someone grab me by the shoulders. I instantly spin around and swing my knife. It must have got them because then I hear a grunt.

I grab them and push them into the light of the living room, and take a look at their face.

   "Zevin!?" I yell out, in disbelief.

   "Gabriel...my hand!" He shouts.

   "What the- what...what are you doing here?!" I yell, furiously.

   "It was..I was...trying to surprise you. You know, it's been a little while..." he says.

   "A surprise? That note...was not funny. And the door was open. I thought someone had broken in!" I say to him.

      "Note? What note..? Can you please-" He starts. I lead him to the couch, then grab some water and some bandages. I clean the wound the best I can, then wrap the bandage around his palm. That will do for now. I stand up and grab the note.

  "This note." I say, and hand it to him. He reads it out loud, without turning it over.

  He turns his head toward me. "I didn't write this..."

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