VERA'S POV

I couldn’t stop crying no matter how much Jack tried to console me. My heart felt unbearably heavy, filled with rage and sorrow toward whoever had been haunting me so mercilessly.

That thought dragged my mind back to Nathan. I hadn’t seen him since I accused him of being the one behind the anonymous letters and flowers. Now, I wasn’t even sure if I’d been right. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I wasn’t. But that didn’t matter right now.

I wasn’t crying because I was scared, I had already made plans to leave Downtown. What kept my heart bleeding was Jackson. I didn’t know how I’d managed to...