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OLIVIA

I heave a sigh of relief and I turn off the car engine.

I have finally made it home. Now, I just need to figure out what has happened that my sister texted me like that, all caps and an exclamation mark.

Something is definitely up.

Before I step out of the car, I remember something. I have to text Aiden. He had asked me to let him know when I got home.

I pull my phone from my bag and scroll through my messages to find Aiden's name.

As soon as I find his name, I begin typing a message.

"Hey," I type. "I am home. How are you?"

I pause, wondering if I should even be asking him that. But I hit “send” anyway.

I swallow a lump down my throat.

Should I wait for a text back or what?

"Oh, Aiden," I mutter to myself.

I nibble on my bottom lip, remembering the kiss we had shared. It kills me that we have to end our conversation because of my sister's text.

"I've got a lot on my mind,"

Aiden's words flash in my memory.

What is going on with him? There is always something botherin