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happened?”
    Her mom leaned back and wrapped an arm around Rebekah's shoulders. “They haven't said much on the news. Some police officer stopped by earlier this morning and I told him I'd bring you down when you were ready.” She hesitated. “I've called the local Parks office and talked to some of your dad's counterparts. They didn't tell me much, but they're thinking maybe some kind of animal? Maybe they'd gone swimming and got attacked by a shark?”
    She tried to picture a shark inflicting that kind of damage and shuddered. Don't be sick. Don't be sick.
    “I'm sorry. We don't have to talk about this now.” Rebekah's mom stood, her tone chipper. “Why don't I make you some breakfast? How about omelets? They're your favorite.”
    Rebekah nodded, more to get her mom away than because she thought she could eat anything. She needed time to think. Time to figure out what she was going to say to police. “I'll be right back.”
    Jason's apartment was tidy and orderly, with used but serviceable furniture and few accessories. The closest thing he had to decorations was a wall-mounted weapons rack with some plain looking weapons—not the replica kind you’d find in a flea market but the plain, serious kind you might buy if you intended to use them. She ran her finger along the smooth handle of an ax. Little divots in the wood were black around the edges like someone had splashed little bits of acid on it. The head was scratched and dented, the blade sharp.
    Was he a firefighter? She shrugged, continuing on back to the bathroom as her mom rooted around in the refrigerator. She pictured him wearing a fireman's uniform, his jacket stained with soot from rushing into a building to save an old lady's cat. Yum. Sarah's going to die when I tell her.
    Sarah.
    Tears flooded her eyes, and she ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Rebekah slid down to the floor, burying her face in her hands as sobs wracked her body. I'll never be able to tell her anything anymore. Or hear her conquest stories. Or sneak out just before the cafeteria closes to get ice-cream.
    The wave of grief slowly subsided, and she stood up. Pull yourself together. No one wants to see you cry. They need you to be strong. Rebekah pulled her dark hair back into a ponytail and rubbed the sleep out of the corner of her eyes. The whites of her eyes were bloodshot and bits of sand were still stuck in her hair.
    She opened the door. “I'm going to take a quick shower.”
    “Okay.”
    His bathroom was as austere as the rest of the apartment with simple white walls, red towels, and the usual shaving accouterments. There wasn't a speck of dirt or soap or mess anywhere. Maybe he hired maid service. Or his mom came by to clean. Guys were never this…tidy. At least, not the ones she met. Clean towels were neatly folded in the cabinet above the toilet and she took one, breathing in the scent. Hopefully he wouldn't mind, and if he did, she wasn't sure she cared.
    Rebekah lingered in the shower, the hot water loosening her tense muscles. Closing her eyes, she let the water run over her face for a while. Sarah was dead. Sarah was dead. No. I need to say it out loud. If I can't do it here where no one can hear me, then I'll never make it through the interview at the police station.
    “Sarah is…” Rebekah gulped and wiped the water off her face. “Sarah is gone. Sarah isn't here.”
    Come on. Sarah is dead. Just spit it out.
    She took a deep breath. “Sarah is dead.” She licked her lips, then turned around to dampen her black hair. “Sarah is dead.”
    The only shampoo he had was some generic, but she squeezed some onto her hand and started lathering her hair. “Sarah is dead.” Hey, that time I didn't start crying. I'd call that progress.
    Rebekah's mom yelled from the kitchen. “You okay in there?”
    “Yeah.” She sighed. “I'll be out in a minute.”
    No more hiding then. It had to end sometime. She finished rinsing the shampoo out of her hair and