The Last Letter

by Rebecca Yarros

If pen pal kids aren’t your thing, I won’t take offense. But no cookies. Cookies are for pen pals only.

There’s a peace that comes with being such a nomad. I start fresh when I move. A clean slate just waiting for me to mess it up.

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