"Was it that bad?" Manon frowned slightly. "What do you mean?" "Whatever happened ten years ago. Was it that bad?" The question hung in the air like fog - shapeless but heavy. Manon didn't answer right away. After a moment, she said, "It's complicated." "I'm sixteen. I can understand complicated things." Manon smiled faintly, eyes still forward. "You think that now." Yoonchae waited, silent but expectant. She sighed, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. "I guess I'm cornered." Manon smiled, but there was no real humor in it. "You won't let me off the hook, will you?" Yoonchae grinned, triumphant. "Not when I've got at least an hour to wear you down."

It starts with a letter. No name. No clues. Just feelings that feel a little too real. Daniela Avanzini is used to drama-but not this kind. Not the kind that sneaks up on her, that lingers in handwritten words and small, thoughtful gifts she can't trace back to anyone. Everyone becomes a possibility. Everyone becomes a question. But while Daniela is busy trying to figure out who's behind the letters, she's missing something even bigger- The way Megan Skiendiel looks at her. The way their almost-moments start to mean everything. The way love was never a mystery... just something she wasn't ready to see.