RAINE’S POV
I stood in the middle of my living room, just… frozen. The crumpled note and the wilted rose were still in front of me, along with an awful feeling crawling up my spine like ice water. I didn’t know how long I’d been staring before Chloe walked into the living room.
She was dressed to head out, wearing a denim gown that stopped just below her knees, the wide smile she flashed my way faded the second she saw my face.
“Raine?” she asked, walking over slowly. “What's wrong?”
I didn’t speak, just pointed. She followed my gaze to the coffee table, and then everything about her changed. Her eyes scanned the open box, the dead flower, and the second I handed her the note, I saw her jaw tighten.
“Who the hell sent this?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered. My voice felt dry. “I just fo
