One afternoon, we were sitting at our desks, waiting for class to start.
Andrea was writing in her notebook again.
I didn't mean to peek, but my eyes drifted to her page— And I saw it.
"Dear R—" My heart skipped a beat.
R?
That was— But before I could process it, Andrea noticed me looking.
She immediately slammed her notebook shut.
My eyes widened.
"What was that?" I asked.
"Nothing!" Andrea blurted out.
I stared at her.
She was panicking.
Actually panicking.
I wasn't an idiot.
Something was up.
Something I was missing.
And for the first time, I had a terrible suspicion.
Could it be…?
No.
No way.
There's no way.
Right?