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there—the pieces slowly coming together in my mind, my heartbeat quickening in response.
    Calvin had been in the middle of slapping me around, “building up to the final, bloody scene,” as he’d described it, when a series of loud, piercing alarms had gone off upstairs, distracting him from his current objective: killing-slash-torturing me. Thank, God. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t still be breathing.
    Calvin had made it clear to me that he was luring Spencer here only to reveal that he’d killed his wife, Lauren, all those years ago and then, as the Grand Finale, he was going to reveal me . Dead. I shuddered at the thought. I wasn’t sure if I believed him or not, but I didn’t feel like I had much choice. I was at his mercy and Calvin was crazy enough to do anything.
    “Spencer,” I whispered, suddenly remembering that he was on his way. From the sounds of it, though, maybe he was already here. On the one hand I wanted more than anything for him to come to my rescue, but on the other I was afraid that something bad was going to happen to him, the sound of the gunshot still ringing in my ears. I had the urge to scream out and call for help, but I thought better of it. After all, if Calvin had been the one to fire the gun, I didn’t want to make him angry or remind him to come back and finish what he started. I knew what Calvin was capable of. So instead, I just waited in silence, my breath held, hoping for a miracle.
    His logic was that if he could isolate Spencer from the ones he loved (and who loved him back), he’d finally be able to have things the way they used to be, like when they were kids. It would just be Calvin and Spencer Against The World—at least in his mind.
    He had spent what felt like hours intermittently slapping me around and dishing out all the details about how the whole plan was going to play out and how I wouldn’t be around to witness it. I didn’t dare tell him that it sounded like a completely whack-job way of thinking and that Spencer would never forgive him for what he’d done. His Happily Ever After would never exist—no matter how hard he tried.
    He hadn’t left anything to chance, though: before he had gone back upstairs to check on the alarms, Calvin had knocked me out with, what I assumed was, a chloroform-soaked rag and I was out like a light in a matter of seconds. Which probably explained why I had such an awful, pounding headache now. Or, you know, maybe because he’d beaten me over the head again and again. I couldn’t be sure which.
    My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a man’s voice screaming, muffled slightly by the floor above me. As I listened intently, I heard a loud bang that sounded like an explosion—something being blasted?—and then the same voice screaming again, sobbing almost.
    Every fiber in my being urged me to scream at the top of my lungs, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. It was just too risky at this point. As I talked myself into staying silent, that’s when I heard it.
    “Emily!” a muffled, but familiar voice shouted. Spencer’s voice. My heart swelled in excitement and anticipation and relief and pain and all my emotions exploded at once.
    Although my mouth and throat were dry and cracked from a lack of water, I managed to croak out a short, but painful call for help, “Yes! I’m here!” Speaking was so hard—yelling even worse—but I knew there was no other option. This was my only opportunity to live and I had to take it. “Spencer!” I screamed, “please help me!”
    Spencer called my name again, louder this time, an edge of frantic elation in his voice as multiple sets of footsteps traipsed around upstairs searching and calling out for me. I could tell based on the sound of their footsteps that they were combing every inch of the tiny shack, but it didn’t seem like they were any closer to finding me.
    A wave of panic came over me: why? Why hadn’t they come down the stairs yet? Why was it taking so long to