What you know (Hamilton cast)

Forty-one

"That's really sad." Says V as we put her stuff in the guest room.

"Tell me about it." I say. "What do we need to do in here?"

"Well, right now, it's not very- interesting. But Kelsey will kill us if we put what she thinks is too much effort into it."

"She'd think it's too much for us to put a lightbulb in the light." I say, doing exactly that. The bed has sheets and a white comforter so V puts her blanket on it and I put her schoolwork on the desk that's against the other wall. The room is small so there is only enough room to stand between the desk chair and the side of the bed, pressed against the other wall, in the corner, with a window next to it, and a small closet at the ends of the bed.

"Hey, who's Jackson?" V asks, putting a phone and charger on the bed. "He sounds worried."

"I asked her the same thing." I say, recognizing it as hers because she has an iPhone 4.
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"Lin." I put her sketchbook down on the bed in the same room. "I said not to." V scolds me. "At least ask her."

"Why would she keep it if she was going to keep it from us."

"Well, she didn't die and now she's gonna have to live with you knowing what's in it."

"Well, how can I ever help her if I have no way to know what she's going through psychologically?" She sighs, walking into the room. "Did she want me to find it. I mean, who did she think was going to find her? The cast checks in every few days. She knew it would be one of us."

"Lin, she took Pippa's spare key and she doesn't know it was replicated."

"Oh. Then she knew I would find her."

"No. She took yours a month ago. The one you used was a replicated one Anthony gave us. She didn't want any if us to find her. She doesn't want to hurt anyone."

"I feel bad that she hurts us. Because I know that she hates it. I'm not crazy for feeling bad, okay. I heard her story. I know why she did this."

"You've seen more of her life than anyone. I know why you feel that way." I look at the sketchbook on the bed.

"What if this evens it out. She hurts us, we look through this. And now we've both done wrong." I open it up. "There's her suicide note."