Dear Edward

by Ann Napolitano

wish you could have tried her beignets. They were fucking fantastic. Figure out what your gift is, Edward Adler, and then blow that shit up. You owe my lady that.

He doesnt owe yall NOTHING

“Did you almost kiss Mahira today?” Edward freezes for a second, and his cheeks flush. “I thought about it. For Jordan.” He

???????

and I thought it was outrageous that people were writing letters like that to a young child.”

Finally someone with common sense