“You hacked his email?” I asked, my voice smaller than I wanted it to be.
—A survivor, no longer grateful, no longer silent.
“For you,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I would burn the world for you.”
—A survivor, no longer grateful, no longer silent. the admirer who fought off my stalker was an even worse hot
“For you,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I would burn the world for you.” “You hacked his email