❝ we all eat lies, when our hearts are hungry ❞
Halle Brewster made a promise she would never tell the secrets of the summer Alison DiLaurentis went missing. Only now, someone else was doing the telling - something Alison never got the chance to do...
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Gathered this time in Emily's bedroom, Halle sat at the desk as she listened to latest to happen to their small group. Spencer was busy relaying the "happy" news of her sister's pregnancy whilst tapping at her laptop keys, trying to figure out the note that Toby slipped her outside his house.
"Okay, so your sister's pregnant," Hanna repeated. "How'd that happen?"
"I figure pretty much the usual way," Spencer retorted, her sat back against the headboard with her laptop in front of her.
"Eggs fertilised — not scrambled, poached or fried," Halle commented flatly.
Emily screwed up her face at that notion. Disgusted, she said, "it's not really a 'how' question, it's more of a 'why' question."
"Well, I mean, I guess Melissa could have gone all maternal," Spencer tried to excuse.
"—I doubt it," Halle muttered.
"—but I doubt it," finished Spencer. She and Halle eyed each other, having had the same thought.
"Agh, this is so creepy," Hanna declared, shaking her entire body at the thought.
"Where are they now?" asked Emily.
"In Philadelphia — shopping," Spencer told them, unimpressed.
"What do you think this means?" Hanna asked.
"That Melissa got pregnant with Ian's baby a lot faster than the average woman," Halle mentioned, "like, only seventy-five percent of couples conceive in the first six months of trying."
"I meant what Toby gave us," Hanna clarified, referring to the Jenna's notes that Toby snuck into Spencer's book.
Halle's face fell. "Oh."
"How do you even know that?" Emily asked.
"I read a lot of pamphlets while waiting for the pill," answered Halle.
"Well, I don't know, but Toby wanted us to have it," Spencer said firmly. She compared the note against her screen. "There— it's in Braille. So..."
Emily looked over to the little window-seat where Aria was, far away from the rest of the group. "You wanna see this, Aria?" she asked.
"I can see just fine from here," Aria responded. The small girl held her own and stayed sat down away from the bed, an obvious tension hung over her and Hanna.
"Okay." Spencer was too focused on the screen to pick up on it. "The first letter's a B... A... It's an A," she stated.
"I think it's gonna tell us who A is," Hanna said, wide-eyed.
