Elena’s POV
My fingers hovered over the open leather book, refusing to touch the graphite lines again.
I didn't let myself jump to some romantic conclusion. I couldn't. After everything that had happened over the past few months, my mind immediately put up a wall of total, overwhelming confusion. Why would Evan have so many drawings of me spanning seven years? Was it some sick obsession? Was he tracking me?
Before I could spiral further into my own head, the dorm room door swung open. Maya walked in, shaking her damp umbrella out before tossing her bag onto her desk.
"Hey, El, how was the...." Maya stopped mid-sentence, her eyes locking onto my pale face and the scattered leather book on my desk. "What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."
Without a word, I turned the
