Chapter Thirty Four

It was three days later that Ana called Jack. The three days had been hell. Jack was only a call or a text away but she wanted him to sweat a little. And if course, her pride wouldn't allow her to call him before that.

And not to lie, she had reread the letter about a thousand times. And every single time, she had gotten some kind of pang in her heart. And every single time she had read it, she had felt like calling Jack. Something which she couldn't do.