Dylan stared into my eyes for a second too long before he sighed, "Well, if you're sure."
I clenched my fists, "Just get on with it already."
"The day you got sick and fainted, Cloey and I went to the supermarket to get soup ingredients," Dylan started, "She got a phone call from someone, and whoever she was talking to scared the shit out of her."
Dylan looked at me, "She kept on telling them you weren't onto them."
"Did you find out who it was?" Sebastian questioned.
Dylan sighed, "Wish I could say yes, but whoever it was is pretty good at being an anonymous creep hiding in the shadows."
I clenched my fists even tighter and blinked back the tears that pooled in my eyes, "What are you trying to say, Dylan?"
He looked me dead in the eyes, "You're best friend is not who she says she is."