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The boy that fifteen-year-old me had fallen in love with.With trembling hands, I unfolded one of the letters, the paper soft and worn from years of reading and rereading.“Dear Hannah,” it began. “My mom passed this morning. I can’t thank you enough for what you did for me this summer. Taking me to

I gasped, grabbing a pillow and chucking it straight at him. “Noah!” The pillow hit him square in the face, and for a moment, I saw a flash of the boy I used to know—an uncharacteristic smirk, a huff of laughter, and reddened cheeksDammit; I had to bite back the urge to laugh, too. I was supposed t

He raised an eyebrow. “Why not? I want our child to have the best of everything.”“But—”“No buts, Hannah. This is for our baby.”Feeling vindictive, I decided to test him. I pointed to a ridiculously expensive, crystal-encrusted mobile. “Okay. I want that, then,” I said, certain he would refuse.“O

“What? When were you going to tell me this?”Viona had the decency to look ashamed. “Look, I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner. But Hannah, you should have seen him. He was so worried about you, about the baby.”For a moment, it felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. I had an i

I waited, staring at him with wide eyes, silently begging him to remember—to have saved at least one of our letters, just like I did.But Noah just blinked again, looking utterly devoid of emotion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said simply.I stared at him, astounded. He didn’t…It fe