After seeing the love letter eight years ago, I was with my cold boss.

My sister’s school was holding a charity sale.

She came home clutching a love letter, holding it up like it was a priceless treasure she’d found. “Look, Summer!” she chirped, her eyes wide with excitement. “The name on this letter is just like yours!”

I stared at the eight-year-old love letter and fell into a daze.

The sender’s name at the bottom was Liam Scott.

Wasn’t that my ice-cold deskmate from high school? And now, my ice-cold boss?

I was about to ask Lexie for details when a call came through to our home phone.