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A year had passed since Alison DiLaurentis disappeared off the face of the earth, and the five ex-friends of the powerful, vindictive girl were entering their junior year of high school.
Although it was strange to be entering another year...
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The longer the investigation of Wilden's murder was an open case, the more Ivy was drained of all the positivity she had left.
The more information they found out about that night, made Ivy realise how much worse it was than she had imagined.
She couldn't believe that was her life. Murders, stalkers, police.
Ivy wished she was a kid again. Playing in the garden, dressing up as princesses, colouring with crayons, midnight feasts at sleepovers, tea parties with teddies, fake tattoos at birthday parties, building forts, climbing trees, drawing with chalk.
Her problems then seemed like nothing compared to now.
Every new piece of information she found out about that night, deepened the pit in her stomach.
She felt like she was being swallowed by her feelings. Anxiety weighing on her, making it difficult to breathe. This anxiety sat in her chest, making her uncomfortable and irritated.
"Okay, so he thinks my mom stole the gun?" Hanna speculated.
Caleb had contacted the girls early in the morning and told them to meet him outside the school before classes started.
So they showed up twenty minutes before school started and Caleb told them everything he had discovered.
Ashley had visited Tom on the night Wilden had been murdered, and she asked him for money. She left the house without Tom knowing, and after Caleb visited him the first time, he checked his desk to find that his gun was missing.
"Your dad's not sure, okay?" Caleb reassured them. "It could have been missing before she got there. He just knows it was gone after she left," he disclosed.
Hanna shook her head. "No. It's not possible. It's beyond possible," she stated, backing away as she struggled to come to terms with what he was saying.
"It's what happened, Hanna," Caleb declared. He glanced between the two sisters. "Your dad owned a .38. If it turns out that Wilden was shot with a .38, your mom has a lot more to explain than not having an alibi."
"Is this what you call helping?" Snapped Hanna.
"As a matter of fact, yes," Caleb sassed.
"Well, it's not," Hanna fired back.
"Hanna, it's okay." Ivy placed a hand on her arm to calm her. "Caleb's just saying that if it looks bad to us, it's gonna look bad to those state cops," she explained collectedly.
"Just forget it, okay?!" Hanna exclaimed, starting to back away from them.
"Forget what?" Caleb queried, glancing over at Ivy in puzzlement.
"Forget the gun, forget you spoke to my father, just forget everything you ever told me!" Hanna yelled.
Caleb took a step towards Hanna, reaching out to hold her. "Hanna, forgetting is not gonna work in this situation," he revealed.
