Wait… had he planned all of this?! 

“I know it was you last night, Summer.” His voice was quiet, almost kind, which somehow made it worse. “I had a feeling you’d come back, so I deliberately left the carton open today. I wanted to make sure you got a good look this time.”

My throat worked. Nothing useful came out.

I honestly didn't know if I should keep pretending. 

His hand slid to my neck and found the pulse a doll was not supposed to have. He held it there, and I tried so hard not to tremble from his touch.

“I just didn’t expect you to come up with...