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"Yeah, I…" I trailed off.

"Kat, what's wrong?" Aaron asked, noticing my sudden silence.

I stood up from the swing, my pulse increasing as several thoughts ran through my head, and I pushed my long, blonde hair back anxiously.

"Kat? What's the matter?" asked Jake this time.

I turned around to face them. "It's something you said, Jake, and something my mom said a few days ago.”

Aaron came to stand before me, his hands gently placed on my shoulders. "Tell us," he urged.

"I did identify those men, but I never saw the third one because I was too scared to go into the morgue, and now that I think about it, the cops never really described him to me for identification. We all just assumed it was him," I swayed as I suddenly felt lightheaded, thankful that Aaron was there to catch me.

"What are you saying, Kat?" Jake stared at me, bewildered.

"I think I know who has been following me,” I whispered.