Olivia POV
I sat on the edge of the couch, my eyes still locked on the brown box that had landed with a soft thud on the carpet. My hands trembled, the same hands that had nervously opened it moments ago, only to reveal the item that made my blood run cold. I wanted to look away, to pretend I hadn’t just seen it—but how could I? I couldn’t. The weight of the discovery crushed me, leaving me frozen in place.
Marcus' jacket.
The same jacket he wore last month to Mr Charles' birthday party. The same one I had seen him take off and throw carelessly in the backseat of his car before storming off. And now, here it was, folded neatly in this mysterious box with no return address, no sender. Just my name scrawled across the top, as if whoever sent it knew exactly what they were doing—what this
