CHAPTER 49: MORE PACKAGES
AMANDA'S POV:
For days, the text messages didn't stop coming. Every time my phone pinged, my heart did this weird little jump—half terror, half curiosity. I was getting like three of these messages every single day. I’d be sitting in class, feeling like a ghost, and suddenly my pocket would buzz with words that felt like they belonged in a movie, not in my messed-up life.
The first one that morning said: "I saw you sitting by the old oak tree today. The way the sunlight hit your hair made you look like a goddess who accidentally fell to earth. I wish I had the courage to tell you that to your face."
Then, around lunch, another one: "Your strength is the most beautiful thing about you, Amanda. I know the world is being heavy on you right now, but I wa
