Who knew disobeying your parents could destroy your entire life in just one night. 

It all started with one small act of rebellion… sneaking out.
One night Evelyn should have stayed home. One moment where she didn’t listen.

By morning, her brother was missing.
Her dad was gone.
And whatever innocence Eve had left disappeared without leaving a trace.

No matter how hard she tries, she can’t stop blaming herself. If she hadn’t wanted more, none of that would’ve happened.

Now Evelyn lives in a house that doesn’t feel like home.
With a mother pretending they’re okay.
And three stepbrothers who look at her like she’s a mistake that walked into their perfect life. 

They watch her intensely, and hate that she exists in their space.

But sometimes… their stares linger too long. And she forgets they’re supposed to be off limits.

Then the letters start coming.

Anonymous, uncomfortable intimate letters, written like the sender knows too much about her.
About the thoughts that lives inside her head, the fears she’s never said out loud, and the desires she refuses to admit even to herself.

Every word feels like proof she’s being watched.

She should burn the letters.
She should be terrified, or tell someone about it.

Instead, her hands shake as she opens the next one.

Now she’s falling into something she shouldn’t want.
Craving a mystery she should run from.
The danger is getting closer….and whoever the stalker is, he’s not ready to stop sending the pleasure letters.

The person writing them may already be standing in the same room with her.

The slippery slope theory isn’t a theory.
It’s a curse.

The past is bleeding into the present.

Will Evelyn find her missing brother before it’s too late?
Or will she disappear the same way the rest of her innocence already has?

I spent the rest of Sunday avoiding Drew.


If there was even a chance of eye contact….nope. Absolutely not.


Because how was I supposed to look at him after that dream?


"This is so embarrassing," I groaned into my pillow.


He didn't even do anything. It was all in my head.


So why did it feel like I was the one who'd crossed a line?


Every time I thought about him now, my body reacted differently. And I didn't know what to do with that.


I walked into school with my head down, holding my bag strap nervously. 


By the time I got to my locker, I let out a small breath..


I twisted the lock open, pulled it wide, and reached in for my book.


Something slipped out and hit the floor.


I bent down to pick it up. It was a folded envelope. 


Chapter 29 - The First Pleasure Letter