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PROLOGUE

AN UNWANTED VISITOR

If anyone had peeked through ht it was just a norht that involved popcorn, irls fro each othertheir next prank for the Lying Game My iPhone had dozens of photos of past sleepovers that looked exactly like it: a shot ofup a picture of aif the look would flatter her heart-shaped face; one ofin her cheeks to apply the new shade of blush she’d bought at Sephora; one ofat a D-list celeb in Us Weekly; and plenty of photos of irl” I was

But on this particular night, so was different …

and five out of the six girls didn’t even know it The girl ht wasto -lost twin, Emma, who’d taken my place

I’d died a o and was now perched soreat beyond, watching my life continue, but with Emma as the star Everywhere she went, I went, like ere still sharing the saht? I didn’t think the afterlife would be like this either

That night, I watched as s were curled beneath her on the plush friends Her legs were curled beneath her on the plush white sofa in the exact same way I used to sit Her heavy-lidded eyes sparkled with my favorite silver MAC shadow

She even laughed the same way I did—loud, staccato, and a bit sarcastic Over the past month she had perfected my mannerisms, answered tome until my murderer was exposed

The worst part? I didn’t even remember who killed me

There hole chunks of my life that had been wiped clean fro who I’d been, what I’d done, and who I’d pissed off so much that they’det a sudden flash of lucidity and a whole scene would snap into brilliant clarity, but the etting a few rando to make sense of the entire plot If I wanted to find out what had happened to ht ht her

There were soured out: My friends all had alibis for the night I died As did Laurel,they were all cleared But there were so ered in both our ed brother, who’d skipped town last spring His na up, and rumors swirled that he and I were somehow involved

Naturally, I couldn’t re about Thayer hi had happened between us But what?

I watched as an to wind down By 2:46 AM, the lights were low, and each girl’s breathing was slow and deep The iPhone I’d sent hundreds of texts on before I’d died suddenly chi the e I watched as she checked the screen, frowned, and tiptoed out of the house and across the yard Ethan Landry, the only person who knew Emma’s true identity—apart from my killer, of course—