#Chapter 70: Where Is Your Passion?!

I flush the note down the toilet. When I leave the bathroom, Caleb is there in the hallway just outside the door, as if he’s been waiting for me. “Where is it?” he demands, a growl in his voice. “What are you talking about?” I tell him. He storms toward me, anger in his eyes. “You think I’m an idiot? You think I don’t have you followed? You think I’m so ignorant that I wouldn’t notice the moment you plot against me?” “I haven’t plotted against you,” I tell him. He grabs me harshly by the shoulder. “Then where is it, Harper? Where is the note that bastard passed you?!” “I don’t have any note,” I tell him, calm in the face of his anger. I feel so defeated. “Maybe not now,” he says. “Where did you stash it?” “There isn’t a note,” I say again. I just feel so tired, like I could sleep for a thousand years. Let him yell at me if he wants. Let him hate me. Whatever it takes to end this misery and allows me to return to sleep. Caleb, still clutching my shoulders, backs up a