Rose POV
A part of me couldn't believe that this was real, that any of this was happening. And it wasn't just because I was watching Cayden Colbert, my boss, carry a box of my belongings upstairs himself.
“You really don't have to do this," I told him for the thousandth time.
And Cayden groaned for the thousandth time.
“I mean your back," I tried to tell him.
“I'm not that old," he huffed, putting the box down in what would eventually become my living room.
None of my furniture had arrived yet.
“I wasn't implying anything about your age," I huffed back, placing my hands on my hips. “But I have a lot of things. Can't I call someone to help?"
But Cayden just shook his head.
“No," he said again. “We don't know who the letter came from. Or the voice note. It could be one and the same
