Ally's POV

　　His eyes hold a depth I've never noticed before. A shiver runs down my spine, not from fear, but from an unsettling realization clawing its way to the surface.

　　"Elliot," I whisper, the name feeling foreign yet achingly familiar. "What's going on? All this time... the small tokens left at my door, the notes of encouragement when I felt lost and alone... Was it all you?"

　　He leans against the cold wall, an unreadable expression etched into ...