If someone had told Akira that one summer could ruin seven lives, she would’ve laughed in their face. She had known these people for years. She knew their favorite foods, their worst habits, the lies they told when they were embarrassed, and the exact expressions they made when they were about to do something stupid. She thought she knew everything about them. She was wrong. It started with a message. Unknown Number: You deserve to know what really happened last summer. Akira stared at her phone, her eyebrows drawing together. “What the hell?” Another message appeared. Unknown Number: Ask Noah why he lied to you. Her stomach twisted. Before she could respond, a third message arrived. Unknown Number: And ask Nikki what she’s been hiding from you. Akira’s fingers tightened around her phone. Noah. Nikki. The two people she trusted most. This had to be some sick joke. Then her phone buzzed again. Unknown Number: Seven people. Seven secrets. Let’s see who breaks first. Across town, six other phones lit up. And somewhere in the city, someone smiled. The summer had barely begun. And everything was already falling apart.
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