Page 78 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

Gabe

Are you on your way?

This is it.

Whoever this Gabe is, the girls are going to see him.

The notification disappears in just seconds, but her laptop has a password keeping us from reading the rest of their conversation.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I try a bunch of nonsense, from the name of our family dog when we were younger, to the name of her first celebrity crush, but nothing works.

“Can you remember anything that might point us to her password?” TJ asks.

No, I can’t.

I can’t remember shit. That’s one of my biggest problems in life. I often have to write things down and make myself detailed to-do lists.

That’s when it hits me.

I might have the memory of a goldfish about certain things, but it runs in the family.

“What are you doing?” TJ asks when I fling the first drawer of her desk open. It’s full of old makeup, hair ties, charging cables for her phone.

“I know my sister. She forgetseverything. I’m just hoping she wrote her password down somewhere.”

My hopes are restored once I open the last and third drawer and find a purple notebook made of synthetic fur.

I fish it out of her desk, and sure enough, every single one of her passwords is written inside.

“Score,” I say as I flip through the pages as fast as I possibly can. I find what I’m looking for a heartbeat later and spell it out for TJ, who’s already seated at her desk.

We click her conversation with this Gabe as soon as we’re in and start reading.

Gabe

You probably shouldn’t tell your sister. She won’t let you go.

Sierra

Yeah, I know. She can be such a bitch sometimes.

Gabe

All she does is control you. You’d be better off without her.

Sierra

Maybe you’re right.

Gabe

I sent you the event for my friend’s party on Facebook. Meet me in the park across the street.

Sierra

Great. I’m so happy we’re finally going to meet.

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