When I opened my eyes, Mason was sitting on the coffee table. He held my cheeks in his hands, wiping my tears with his thumbs. I spaced out while trying to figure out how to explain all this. I panicked at the thought of them not believing me.
“Maybe we should pick this up tomorrow,” Mason said, but I had to get this out. It wasn’t doing me any good to hold all of this in.
“Susan McNeal was there,” I spoke with conviction. They all looked confused about who that was, but Brad knew.
“And you’re sure?” I nodded.
“I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true,” I cried. Mason wrapped me in his arms and held me while I sobbed into his chest.
“Who is that?” Brandon asked my uncle.
“The former Luna of Emerald Lake, Ashlyn’s grandmother,” Brad answered.
“That’s why Grace slapped her?” Liam as
