Blake's POV

I never meant to see it.

I’d gone over to the Prescotts’ place to grab a notebook I’d left during one of those painfully awkward “study sessions” with Elena. Mostly, I was just hoping to get in and out without running into her. Or her mother. Especially her mother.

The Prescotts’ house was one of those picture-perfect suburban homes where the curtains always matched the furniture and the air smelled faintly like disinfectant and control. From the outside, it looked like ...