(Sanya's POV)
He turns back slowly, and the moonlight catches his face. For just a second, I see it clearly.
Aaron.
My Aaron.
The guy who carried me on his back for hours to the hospital, when I got sick.
The guy who spent days by my bedside, running back and forth between school and the hospital to take care of me.
My Aaron, the guy who lost his calm at the slightest sign of tears in my eyes.
Then he blinks, and Jake's formal mask is back in place.
"What if all three were true?" he asks quietly. "What then?"
Before I can respond, before I can process what he just said, he's gone.
Vanished into the shadows like he was never there.
I stand alone in the garden, moonlight washing over me, his impossible words echoing.
What if all three were true?
Aaron stood me up.
Now he's back
