Indianna looked at the flyer taped to her locker and a cold feeling filled her. She ripped the flyer off and crumpled it in her hand. She sighed and closed her eyes, her mind going back to that night.

"I'm sorry," she whispered and looked at the crumpled up picture on the flyer. "I'm sorry, Cassie."

"Hey." Indianna jumped when Greyson appeared next to her and she sighed, leaning into him.

"It's my fault," she whispered and looked around the school; missing person flyers were everywhere for Cassie. "She's dead because she knew me."

"Don't think like that," Greyson scolded and took the flyer out of her hand. "It is...