Page 158 of Unsuitable

One of me with Jesse when we went to the beach.

And…

Jesus Christ.

My hand reaches up to the photo.

It’s of me with Jason. But this isn’t from the other day. This is an old photograph—from when we were together, not long before I was arrested.

The picture was definitely taken from afar and without our knowledge.

Jason and I are in an embrace. I’m smiling up into his face, and he’s grinning down at me.

“Oh God,” I whisper.

I turn in the room, eyes scanning. Every wall is covered with something—photographs, news cuttings about my arrest, trial, and imprisonment.

Jesus, he even has my prison mug shot.

Stepping up close, I run my fingers over the picture.

I move over, and there’s a map with marked locations.

One is of my apartment.

What the hell?

I don’t understand. Why does Kas have these?

I move along, and my hip bumps into a table.

No, it’s a desk and—

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, pressing a hand to my chest, as my heart climbs out of my throat, leaving me gasping.

On the desk is a gun. And lined up beside the gun are four knives in various sizes. Each one looks as deadly as the other.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

Fingers on the edge of the desk, I sidle around it, staring down at the weapons, like they’re going to come alive and attack me.

Once I’m around the desk, I turn to the last wall. I see pictures of Haley.

I focus in on one of the pictures. It’s of Haley and Kas. He looks so much younger.

He looks happy.

Pain ruptures in my chest.

I step back, taking in the photos of Haley along with the news cuttings about her murder.

I don’t understand what all of this is. What it means.

Why does he have pictures of me and of Jason in here with pictures of Haley?

Standing in the center of the room, I turn slowly, trying to take it all in, piece it all together, and my eyes catch on a photo. I didn’t spot it before because my eyes were pinned on the weapons on the table.

But, now, I’m looking, and I’m looking hard.