*Aryanna*

I stared at the message. Even though I had prepared for this moment, seeing Darren’s words made my chest tighten. Move into my house…

It was perfect for my plan—too perfect. Being close to him, under the same roof, would give me all the access I needed. But the thought of living in his space, seeing him every day, sharing the same air… It made me uneasy. I knew I couldn’t let him see that. I couldn’t—wouldn’t—be thrown off by something so trivial, ...