THIRTEEN
There was no signature at the bottom, but I knew it was from Nathan. How'd he get my email address and why was he suddenly sending me his traumatic memories?
I checked it again. No, he hadn't sent it to me at all. He'd sent it to an email address I didn't recognise. What the hell? And there was a whole series of them, dating back over the last few weeks – all of them unopened, with the same subject line.
I lowered the lid and it wasn't silver like mine – this one was pink. This wasn't my laptop. But I did recognise it. This had belonged to Nathan's sister, Alanna. He'd written the email to her, and in the last few days, too. But Alanna was dead – or that's what I'd thought. Had she been hidden in witness protection, too? If she had, then she'd surely responded to this email or
