He walked over to my dresser and picked up the letter from Susannah. “You haven’t read yours yet.” “I didn’t even know if you were coming back!” He ran his finger along the edges, staring down at it. “I got one too. But it wasn’t for me. It was Con’s. My mom must have mixed up the envelopes. In the letter she said—she said she only ever got to see him in love once. That was with you.”
