Aria's POV
The mysterious text message bugged me through the night that I couldn't get any sleep.
By 6:47 a.m., I couldn't take it anymore. Ethan was always up by this time so I immediately threw off the covers, grabbed my phone and hurried down the short hallway to Andre's room.
I knocked once then pushed the door open.
Andre was still half-asleep, propped on one elbow and blinking at me like I'd risen from the dead.
"Aria? What's wrong? You okay?"
I crossed the room and thrust the phone at him.
"Read this message. It came last night after you went to bed and I don't know what to do with it."
He took the phone, rubbed his eyes and scrolled.
His expression shifted from sleepy to alert in less than five seconds.
"Who sent this?"
"It came from an unknown number. The person left no information beyond meeting him or her at Monty park."
Andre sat up fully now, sheets pooling around his waist and anxiety written all over his face.
