Kate Alice Marshall

Liv and Cass had been afraid that if people found out about Persephone, they wouldn’t believe us about Stahl. They would think that we were liars.

I was afraid they would find out that I was one. Because Persephone wasn’t the only secret I’d been keeping all this time. I’d lied to the police. I’d lied on the stand. I’d lied to myself, told myself I’d seen Alan Michael Stahl in those woods—and maybe there was even a time I’d believed it.

But the truth was, I hadn’t seen him that day.

I hadn’t seen anything at all.

All I caught was the hint of a figure—human. I wasn’t alone out here.

She was looking at me sidelong. “I know you never liked Oscar.”

“I guess,” I said dismissively. As if he’d never done anything to me. As if I’d never let him.