Shy
My morning sickness is really getting to me, and I miss you.
I miss you so fucking much. I miss your voice, your stupid-ass comments, your touch, your smell... I miss you. I just want to hold you again. Feel your skin against mine. Feel those sparks that connect us—the sparks that are part of the bond that made me love you eternally.
I want you back, Greyson.
I—
Indianna stopped writing and wiped her eyes. She stared down at the paper and swallowed.
I love you.
—Sugar
She finished the letter, folded it in half and slid it into its envelope. She knew he was never going to read them, but she addressed the letter to him anyway and placed it on the shelf beside the others.
The letters were her s