Chapter 23

Heather sat in the car for a long time, trying to calm her chaotic thoughts.

She eventually started driving aimlessly, only to find herself near Jason's art studio.

She knew he would be there since no classes were listed on his schedule today, and whenever he wasn't teaching, he practically lived in his studio.

She knew his door code by heart. Jason was rigid in certain ways, particularly when it came to his habits. His passwords had always been the same since they were kids: the digits of his birth date, reversed.

Heather had spied on him before, memorized the code, and used it to log into his social media accounts, even sneaking peeks at his phone. She had come and gone from his house whenever she pleased.

His life was simple. Even as a teenager, Jason had been strikingly handsome, but he remained aloof, uninterested in people.

Admirers had tried to get close to him, sending him private messages, and confessing their love. But he never responded. His blacklist was full of