Sarah Cameron didn’t just disappear. Someone erased her.

And ever since that night, nothing about the Pogues has been the same.

John B started looking over his shoulder. Kiara kept secrets. Pope deleted messages. And JJ your boyfriend stopped sleeping altogether.

Then the messages began.

You’re next. Ask JJ what he saw. –S

They came with photos no one should’ve been able to take you leaving school, Pope’s house at 3 a.m., Kie crying behind The Wreck.

All signed S.

The Pogues spiraled. But JJ didn’t panic.

He just watched you. Too closely. Like he was waiting.

Then one night, the chateau was silent—too silent. You pushed open JJ’s bedroom door and felt your stomach drop.

The walls were covered.

Photos of you. The Pogues. And Sarah. Her last day. Her last movements. Her last known moment.

You turned to run.

JJ was already in the doorway.

“You weren’t supposed to see this,” he whispered, voice shaking. “I’m trying to protect you. All of you.”

Your phone buzzed.

JJ flinched.

He’s lying. He followed Sarah that night. Check beneath his floorboard. –S

JJ’s face drained of color.

“Don’t,” he whispered. “Y/N—please. Don’t dig that up.”

And for the first time, you realized the truth:

S wasn’t the only one you should fear.

The boy you trusted most was hiding something Sarah died for.

And whatever was under that floorboard JJ would do anything to keep buried.