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I know what you did last summer - A
Life for Alison Dilaurentis' four best friends took a turn for the worst when the blonde mysteriously went missing one summer night...
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Sophie sat cross-legged on Emily's bed, folding the glossy programs for the upcoming fashion show alongside the other girls. The fresh scent of paper and ink filled the air, mixing with the faint lavender perfume Emily had sprayed earlier.
Finally, their ridiculous ban on seeing each other had been lifted, which meant no more hushed whispers in school bathrooms or sneaking around Spencer's dusty old greenhouse. It felt good to be together again, but even as they sat side by side, a heavy weight lingered between them—the same weight that never seemed to leave anymore.
"Why would A show us that part of the video?" Aria asked, her fingers absentmindedly smoothing over the folded paper.
"To keep us distracted for when the next attack is launched," Hanna replied, not looking up.
"Or to tell us that there's more to what happened that night," Emily suggested, her voice softer than usual.
Sophie felt herself stiffen at that. God, she hated this. Hated that everything always circled back to Alison, to that night. To the thing she couldn't fix. The thing none of them could.
"Guys, Ian tried to kill me in the bell tower to get back his perverted videos," Spencer said, her jaw set. "He did the same to Ali."
Sophie exhaled, rubbing her temples before looking up. "Yeah, but A had us convinced that Ian killed Alison, and now it's, what? Two miles from the kissing rock to Ali's house," she said, echoing Emily's earlier point. "Did she turn off the camera and just walk home alone in the dark? That doesn't add up."
"Yeah, someone could have been waiting for her at home," Hanna added, folding another program.
"Like who?" Aria asked.
"Like Ian?" Spencer said.
Sophie sighed. "Just because Ian didn't kill her at the kissing rock doesn't mean he didn't do it an hour later."
The thought made her stomach twist. This wasn't just about getting answers anymore; it was about unlearning everything they had thought to be true. That was the worst part—realizing that the closure they had forced themselves to accept was nothing but another lie.
"If Ian didn't kill Ali, did A?" Hanna said, her voice barely above a whisper.
A heavy silence fell over the room. The air itself seemed to grow thicker, and Sophie could hear the sound of her own breathing.
The idea had always been terrifying, but now it felt more real than ever. They had spent so long trying to pin Ali's murder on Ian that they had never truly stopped to ask the real question: What if A had been the one behind everything all along?
