Saturday night. You knew exactly who it was, the second your door rattled with three quick knocks.

It had been two weeks since Emily died, and you’d been Spencer’s biggest support through it all. He thought you saw him as your biggest support, too––because he doesn’t know that Emily is alive, like you do.

It tears you up inside to keep it from him, but you knew it had to be done. You knew that the only foolproof way to keep both him and Emily safe was to keep it under wraps.

So there you go, opening the door for him, heart breaking at his pained expresssion.

“Hey, sorry I keep showing up like this.” He says, clearing his throat. “I know you’re gonna say it’s no bother, but…”