11
Luca
Brooke curled up as small as she could get, knees drawn up to her chin with her arms wrapped around her legs.
“Someone’s been sending me weird packages. I thought that was another one.”
“The chocolates? The flowers?”
She looked up sharply. “How do you know about the flowers?”
“I watched you take them inside, and then I saw them in the trash.”
“Oh.”
“What else has he sent you, Brooke?”
And it had to be a guy, surely? She’d referred to “him,” plus she wouldn’t get worked up if a chick was sending her candy.
“Only a card.”
“A card?”
She nodded.
“Where’s the card now?”
“I threw it a-a-away. I thought it was just a sick j-j-joke.”
“What did it say?”
“I c-c-can’t…” Brooke gave a shuddering sniffle, and I didn’t know whether to hug her or squeeze her hand or stay the hell
