@darkconsumed {jeff} just finished reading Shauna's diaries... and hears the voice of Jackie Taylor.

"Jeff Sadecki... Oh, Jeff, Jeff, Jeff."

This was new. For both of them, the dead girl knew. Sure, there was a version of her that existed in his mind, distant and tragic. The story was that Jackie had died upon impact, left with the other victims at the crash site. But a small group of people knew the truth, the ones who had witnessed the rise and fall of the class queen. Their teeth cleaned her bones and whatever was left of Jackie Taylor was buried at the plane's wreckage. Well, now Jeff knew the truth too.

She wasn't here to gloat. That wasn't exactly her style -- well, it could be, where her old teammates were concerned. But whatever perfect image of her existed in Jeff's memory was now at odds with truth (Shauna's truth, at least), seared onto the pages of those diaries. Shauna's private diaries. Still, Jackie looked every bit the perfect young woman he'd been dating and cheating on not too many years ago. At least there was that.

She looked over him, sitting there with the books in his lap. Jeff was still handsome in a boring way, somewhat aged by newfound fatherhood and the stagnant life of Wiskayok. What had it been, about ten or twelve years? There was a baby now, a new one. A living one. A girl.

Jeff was nice and mostly harmless. Safe. And he probably loved Shauna a lot, even if this new information might have come as a shock. Why else would he have gotten into the safe and looked through those most personal belongings that his wife deliberately kept locked away?