Samara
I can’t breathe. I had to get out of that room. Everything in that room reminds me of home.
I check the stalls to make sure no one else is in here, then I go to the sink and splash water on my face.
Why? Why did he create a room in honor of my family? Is this some sick way of reminding himself that he won? That he defeated his best friend? And what about that? He doesn’t know that I know Teddy, but he called him his best friend. He could have called him anything, a previous friend, an acquaintance, an enemy, anything, but he called him his best friend, and he’d looked like he’d meant it.
He even remembered my mother’s and Althea’s favorite flowers and filled the room with them. I don’t even know how he could have gotten them. They’re not in season. My father used to grow the iri
