Samantha’s POV
I felt a lot better the next morning. Sometimes a good cry is important.
And someone's messing with me with those messages, and I was going to find out who.
I adjusted the strap of my bag and rang the doorbell at Alec’s front door. The door was unlocked. Typical. I walked in quietly.
I walked into Alec’s house. Today, we were going through an assignment of his.
I walked through the living room and up the stairs to his room.
Oddly, there were hardly any pictures hanging around—not of him, his dad, or any family member at all.
I tried not to overthink it, but I did wonder sometimes.
I knocked at his door.
No answer.
I knocked again.
Still no answer.
Then I placed my hand on the doorknob and twisted. It opened freely.
It was empty. Clothes were splayed around the b
