Chapter 202

• XANDER
• That damn letter again. Q could be anyone. Q could be someone from my class who smiled and waved. Q could be one of the teachers who looked at us like we were fragile furniture.
• Q could be that random dude who asked me to borrow a pen last week and I said no because I didn’t trust his face. Q could be a girl. Q could be a group. Q could literally be some asshole watching me from a window right this moment and laughing because I was clueless.