I flush the note down the toilet.
When I leave the bathroom, Caleb is there in the hallway just outside the door, as if he’s been waiting for me.
“Where is it?” he demands, a growl in his voice.
“What are you talking about?” I tell him.
He storms toward me, anger in his eyes. “You think I’m an i***t? You think I don’t have you followed? You think I’m so ignorant that I wouldn’t notice the moment you plot against me?”
“I haven’t plotted against you,” I tell him.
He grabs me harshly by the shoulder. “Then where is it, Harper? Where is the note that bastard passed you?!”
“I don’t have any note,” I tell him, calm in the face of his anger. I feel so defeated.
“Maybe not now,” he says. “Where did you stash it?”
“There isn’t a note,” I say again. I just feel so tired, like I could sleep
