A Final Video, A Trusted Secret, And A Life-Saving Warning

of Washington—an apartment I paid twelve hundred a month for and had visited exactly twice.

I went straight to my study, locked the door, and plugged in the USB drive.

Will’s face filled the screen, and my breath stopped.

This was Will from three weeks before the end. Gaunt, hollow-cheeked, forty pounds gone. Oxygen tubes snaked under his nose. But his continue reading …