Summer's Pov
I could not stop shaking.
My hands, my legs, even my breathing was coming out wrong, it was too fast and too shallow as I kept looking at the floor and looking away and looking back like something was going to change if I stared long enough.
"What have we done," I said. It wasn't even a question. "What have we done."
Crew grabbed my arms. "It was me. Not you. Me."
"Crew—"
"Summer, look at me." He waited until I did. "It was me. You weren't anywhere near it."
"We need to get out of here," I said. "Right now. We need to leave."
"We should call the police."
"No." My voice came out sharper than I meant it to. "Think about this. If we call the police right now they're going to find out why we were here, and breaking into someone's private accounts is a crime, and your care
