Chapter Thirty-Five
Sweet Andreena... I liked when he called me that. He had said it several times, but each time I heard him say it or thought about him calling me that, my heart did a little jump. I bit my lower lip, looking at the note. His handwriting was neat and careful, much like him.
I traced my fingers over it before setting the note onto the nightstand and picking up the bottle of pills. Twisting off the lid, I grabbed one and put it into my mouth before grabbing the water bottle. I twisted the lid off, taking a small sip to wash the Tylenol down.
He wasn’t wrong to leave it out, I could feel the steady pressure of a headache trying to build behind my eyes. I took another drink of water, looking around Spencer’s room. He had put my things on the dresser and near my feet, on
