As soon as the words left Ethan’s lips, Violet froze where she stood. For a long second she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even blink. Slowly, she turned around, her eyes searching his face, desperate to know if he was serious or simply trying to toy with her.
“H-How is that possible?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I left the letter on your desk at the beginning of high school. I made sure of it.”
Ethan’s jaw tightened as he recalled fragments of memories that had blurred with time. “I didn’t know about that. The day of the Art Exhibition, when you thought I had read , I hadn’t. I had no idea there even was a letter.”
His eyes clouded as he pushed through the fog of his past. “Earlier that day, I was playing basketball with my friends. Taylor showed up at school to watch me. I… I don
