“If only you knew—”

Annalise>>>

My heart slammed so hard against my ribs I thought it might crack them.

Atlas had arrived. And worst of all, he was coming here.

I wasn't prepared to see him. Even though it had been too long—so long that I had to force myself not to count the days—I wasn't ready. I had hoped every night to see him in my dreams, but now that he was steps away, I could barely breathe. My lungs burned from the lack of air, my body frozen as my mind scrambled for an escape.

I needed to get out of here.

Panic crawled up my throat, thick and suffocating. My fingers curled into a tight fist at my sides, nails biting into my palm. An excuse. I needed an excuse. My gaze darted around the room before landing on Kaleb—calm, composed. Too composed. And then it hit me.

This bastard knew.

That was what the letter was about.