Love letter in disguise
Olivia stood with her arms crossed, staring at the latest gift on her dresser—a delicate necklace shaped like a crescent moon. “This isn’t sweet anymore,” she said, voice low. “It’s starting to feel… invasive.” Aaron looked up from his laptop, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. “Another one?” She nodded. “That’s four this week, Aaron. Four. And they’re getting more personal. The note with this one quoted a passage from Wuthering Heights —my annotated edition. It was word for word.” His expression remained neutral, too neutral. “Maybe someone at school noticed your taste?” “Or maybe someone’s watching me.” She didn’t mean for her voice to tremble, but it did. “Aaron, I need to ask… is there something you’re not telling me?” He blinked, startled. “What? You think I’m behind this?” “I don’t know,” she admitted, taking a shaky breath. “You’ve been… distracted lately. Distant, even. And the guy from the coffee shop—Jordan?—he asked me yesterday if I liked ‘roses and rid...