Page 79 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

Gabe

Me too babe. I love you. See you at nine o’clock sharp. Don’t be late.

Sierra

I won’t. I love you, too.

We scroll higher, and it isn’t long before I realize that she and this Gabe guy have been talking for months and months. He’s always asking when he can call her, too.

Gabe

Don’t tell your sister it’s me calling you. She’ll try to get between us.

Sierra

I won’t. I always say it’s Kelsea.

It doesn’t take me long to locate her social media passwords in the notebook.

We comb through her notifications for a few minutes—man, she has alot—until we find one that says, “Gabriel Carter sent you an invite to an event.”

“Gotcha,” TJ mutters and clicks it.

The event is for some house party not too far from here. But that’s not the part that raises red flags for me.

Gabriel has no profile picture.

“Check his profile. He looks…”

“Like a fake profile, yeah,” TJ finishes.

“It says his account was created last year.”

That’s not suspicious at all.

“Go back to their text messages,” I command, and TJ does just that.

“Now, click here.” I point at the screen, more specifically at the section where you can see all the media that have been sent in the conversation so far.

My heart drops when I see the pictures he’s sent her. They’re pictures of a shirtless, blond, and blue-eyed, Pinterest-looking guy with a backward hat. He looks much older, like freshman in college older.

Clicking the picture takes us back to that point in their conversation.

Gabe

This is me I don’t like Facebook. That’s why I have no pictures.

Sierra

Omg, you’re so cute!

“No fucking way that’s him,” TJ states the obvious.

Everything about his profile screamscatfish. His friends list is on private, and he has no pictures, no interactions on his profile whatsoever.

Please tell me this isn’t happening.

Tell me our sisters aren’t on their way to a random park to meet a predator.

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