POV: Milo
5:27 AM — The Note
I found the note by accident.
No digging. No snooping. No suspicious intentions.
The drawer in the guest room was already half-open, like it was holding its breath. I was just looking for a damn charger. Instead, I found paper — creased, worn, like it had been opened and reread a hundred times.
I shouldn't have looked.
But I did.
"I love him. I'm terrified I'll ruin everything. I'm so tired of hiding."
There was no name on it.
But it didn't need one.
Because in that one horrifying second, the entire last month made sense.
The weird tension. The charged silences. The way Aaron avoided eye contact when someone walked in the room. The almost-kisses I thought I was imagining.
I sat on the edge of the bed with the paper shaking in my hands, feeling like I had swallowed a lit match.
5:40 AM — Spiraling
My best friend was in love with his stepmom.
And she loved him back.
I actually whispered, "What the hell," out loud.
