It’s handwritten,” Freddy whispered.
“What is?”
He pointed at the sheets of paper
Coop held.
Glancing down, Coop shook his head.
“No, buddy. This is from a printer. It’s
been typed.”
“No. It hasn’t. Me, Denny, and the
twins watched him do it for like an hour.
He wrote out each one. By hand. We had
to leave when Zoe began to cry. She was
completely freaked out.” Freddy leaned
in a little bit more and again whispered,
“I think if she’d stayed any longer, she
would have stabbed him to death. And I
don’t think the rest of us would have
tried to stop her.

Autore: Shelly Laurenston