The Last Letter

by Rebecca Yarros

Eventually, I’ll get to set them free to fly, and I’ll only reel them in when they ask, or they need it.

But I have to be enough, right? I don’t have a choice. It’s like the moment I saw those two heartbeats on the monitor. There was no option to fail. And there’s no way I’m going to fail now, either.

He was a scared little boy who couldn’t put anyone else first, and that included me.

We are imperfect people made that way by an imperfect world, and we don’t always get a say in what shapes us.

And for now, breathing was all I could do. And it was enough.

Life was short. Colt taught me that. Life was worth fighting for. Maisie taught me that.

Love—when it was right—was enough to save you.