That letter. That letter was meant for me. I held it in my hands and carried it all the way to my lecture hall.
A strangled sound tears out of my throat.
“Oh my goddess.” The room blurs and tears spill down my face before I even realize I’m crying. “She wasn’t supposed to read it.”
The officer’s eyes narrow. “What?”
I shake my head frantically, sobs clawing their way up my throat.
“Someone gave me that letter.” My voice cracks. “It was supposed to be for me.”
The officer steps closer. “Who?”
I can barely breathe. “Colt Harrison. He wanted to hurt me….”
“Layla.” Mr. Thomas steps forward from where he’s been standing against the wall. “Colt Harrison gave you that letter directly?”
“Yes.” I wipe my face with the back of my hand. “Outside the building, after I left your office. He st
