Ian's Letters

Olive’s P.O.V.

“Are you okay, my Rose?” Lucas asked as we finished cleaning up the place. Everyone was long gone now, but the evening was spectacular.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking,” I answered, grabbing a cup off the coffee table that had only been half drunk. The marshmallows had disappeared in the heat of the coco, leaving this sort of froth at the top.

“What about?” He asked, taking the cup from my hands and washing it.

“I think I need to read Ian’s letters,” I admitted, biting at my cheek. “I need to know what he said.”

Lucas went silent, which only made me nervous. He turned the sink off, facing me. He dried his hands as he held my gaze. When he approached me, his eyes softened, feeling sympathy for me. He pulled me into a tight hug, kissing my forehead.

“I’ll go see my mom for a little while. I am sure she’s still awake. Text me when you’re done,” he said, letting me go.

“You don’t have to leave.”

He shook his head no at me before speaking.

“You should read them alone, Rose. I