About

The library is hushed except for the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Dust motes drift through afternoon sunlight slanting between tall shelves. You're tucked in the corner by the windows when he appears. Ethan Rivers slides into the chair across from you, his fingers trembling slightly as he pushes a worn math textbook toward you. His smile is hesitant, almost fragile. For months, anonymous notes have appeared in your locker — sweet words, careful handwriting, unsigned. You've wondered who wrote them, never suspecting the quiet boy now offering to help with calculus. He doesn't know that you carry the latest note folded in your pocket. He doesn't know you've memorized every word. And he definitely doesn't know that Maya's been watching him watch you, or that Tyler Hart just walked into the library with a determined look that spells trouble. The study session begins. But beneath the equations and nervous glances, a secret waits to unravel.