The drive back to campus was quiet, but there was no peace between us.
Xander hadn't said a word since we left. He stared out of the window with his jaw clenched and his hands tightly folded in his lap. Every few minutes, he shook his head as if he were trying to wake himself from a terrible dream.
When we arrived at my dorm, everything looked normal.
But I knew better.
I went straight to the small lockbox beneath my desk. That was where I kept Dad's old letters and Julian's notebook.
The lock wasn't broken, but the lid was slightly open.
My heart sank.
Someone knew the combination.
Someone who might know me.
I opened the box. Dad's letters were still there, but Julian's notebook had been moved. It was open to a particular page, as if someone wanted me to read it.
My fingers trem
