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The fear was so strong, it choked her.

Forcing herself to shake it off, she focused on fixing dinner. But when another officer approached Miles, putting something on the table, she froze. He looked up, his face full of dread. “Rebecca, no,” he signed. He spoke to the officer, gesturing at a wrinkled picture on the table.

Lipreading had never been her forte. For the first time she wished it was.

What was in that picture that had Miles so shook up?

She stepped closer to get a look...and her world tilted. Bile surged in her throat, choking off her breath. The glass slipped from her fingers, shattering.

“That picture was in a frame on my desk,” she signed to Miles. “It was taken last year.”

His arms tightened around her. Despite the comfort they offered, she’d never forget the image of her and her friends laughing at the camera. Or the red X slashed through her friend’s face.

And the circle around her own.

She understood the message. Her friend was dead...and she was next.