When I walked into Miss Alman’s class, Conner was waiting on me with a smile. Once I took my seat, he leaned over and whispered, “I guessed that you liked lilies.”

I giggled, but I put my hand over my mouth to stifle it, because I didn't want to draw attention to either myself or Conner. “You did fine. They are one of my favorites. Thank you.”

As his hand briefly touched mine, I looked at him. “Even if you never tell me what all happened Friday night, I know exactly who is to ...