“It’s not too late,” Wes says. “But it is time.”
Eden’s Phone
Eden: Hey, sorry to bother you.
Pan: Who is this?
Eden: It’s Eden. Is this ok? Me texting you?
Pan: Sure, yeah, of course. How have you been, sweetheart?
Eden: ‘Sweetheart’? I am older than you.
Pan: Not in wisdom.
Eden: Forget it, this was a stupid idea.
Pan: Ok, sorry, I won’t call you ‘sweetheart’ again, promise. I just wanted to break the ice, I guess. Don’t hold it against me.
Eden: I just… I just think I found out something about Isaiah, and I wanted to ask you if it’s true.
Pan: Oh, man. Does he know you’re texting me about him? He doesn’t, does he? Is this going to get me killed?
Eden: I think my dad has been protecting me from finding out what Solomon actually did to your brother back then. I only knew that he got him expelled from his school, but there’s more, isn’t there?
Pan:…
Eden: Pan? Are you there?
Eden: Answer me, please.
Pan: It’s James. My family calls me James. ‘Pan’ is for my students and friends.
JamesPan: Well, answer me, James. Please.
JamesPan: It’s hard to answer you, Eden. Yes, you are right. There is a lot more that happened than him getting expelled.
JamesPan: But it was so long ago now. I wouldn’t… Zay wouldn’t want you to hurt over it. You had no control over it, sweetheart.
JamesPan: Sorry, it just came out.
Eden: And what about your grandfather? Something happened to him too, right? What did it have to do with Solomon?
JamesPan: …
Eden: Please, James. Please.
*incoming call from JamesPan*
The Elliot sisters chat room
Eden: I can’t face Isaiah. Not after what I just found out. I ruined his life, Manu. I ruined every aspect of it.
Manuela: Solomon did. Not you. As he did yours.
Eden: You knew what he did, don’t you? You knew this whole time?
Manuela: I did, baby. I’m so sorry.