There were two stories Abby could tell. One a whole truth, another a half truth. She hadn't admitted the former to anyone but herself, really, though a lot of people seemed to figure it out without her ever having said so. She knew she should tell Alana the whole truth. About how it had been a pact, not a dare. About how they'd been so sad for such young girls. So sad and yet she couldn't for the life of her remember why. "She drowned. We were..."

Not yet. "It was a stupid dare. We were really stupid."