Anwar pulled out his phone when he got to his house. He shot a couple of quick texts to Madison and headed up to his room.

Anwar: She goes to speech therapy and her Wattpad is @-aspiringwriter-

Madison: That's all you got?

Anwar: Yeah

He jumped on his bed and went to the AppStore on his phone. It was time to see what all this Wattpad fuss was about.

Anwar ran his hand through his hair while he waited for it to download. He opened it up and rolled his eyes. Did he really need an account to check things out?

He thought for a second to fill out the form. He would now be known as @-yeeet- he chuckled to himself as he added a cool background pic.

After a while of messing with his profile that he knew he'd probably never use, he typed in Nayla's name in the search bar. Sure enough, her user came up. He clicked on her story and started reading.

Halfway through the first chapter, he started to feel an immense amount of guilt. Why had he sent her user to Madison? This was so personal. Why did she tell him about this? He ran his hand through his hair and felt sick to his stomach. He felt like he had betrayed their friendship.

*ding*

He looked down at his phone. Madison had texted him again.

Madison: Thanks for doing this. It was really sweet of you❤️ Wanna to hang out sometime?

Anwar winced. She had probably read the book as well. The guilt he was feeling amplified, but his heart got the best of him. He texted back.

Anwar: Yah, wanna see a movie this Saturday?

Madison: Can't, I'll be out of town. How about Friday?

Anwar: Bet. Where are you going?

Madison: Newsville

Anwar pulled up google maps to see what was so good about Newsville. He zoomed in on the little town and saw that it was 30 minutes away. He wondered why Madison and Nayla were both headed there. He looked at tour sites and other things in Newsville, and that's when he realized, Richfield County Prison was in Newsville.