"It was me. I sent that invitation card to you," she said with a playful smile, her eyes shimmering with a secret she'd been holding for far too long.
My breath hitched. A thousand thoughts collided in my head all at once. I opened my mouth, but words barely escaped me. "What?" I finally managed, my voice sharp with disbelief. "You know my address as well?"
She nodded, her smile growing wider as though my shock only amused her. Then, without hesitation, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear. Her breath was warm, sending shivers down my spine as she whispered, "And I also know that you are....Zero."
Her fingers grazed my chest, light as a feather, but the weight of her words slammed into me like a freight train. My thoughts spiraled out of control. How did she know? Since when? Did she tell anyone? Could I still trust her?