Earlene has not stopped bleeding and the wound is too big for us to heal. I see her final red ring fade away on her other arm. Tears pour out of my eyes. Earlene gives a slight cough.

  “Don't trust Jacob,” she whispers. My eyes go wide. What does she mean by that? Of course, I trust Jacob. Her last ring is gone. I'm numb inside. I turn to Jacob.

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  “Did you hear what she said?” Jacob gives me a puzzled look.

  “What do you mean? She's dead. I think you're just hearing things,” He scoffs. I turn away and a tear runs down my cheek. I promise she talked to me.