“My skin broke out in a cold sweat even as my insides overheated, so that I was a shivering, sweaty mess. “What did you say?” I asked, even though I knew I hadn’t misheard him. I’d recognized Jason’s messy handwriting the moment before my brain put a name to it. “Please tell me you don’t know who that is,” he said, lines bracketing his mouth. “Jason Sherman is the name of my dead fiancé.” Neal let out a defeated breath and, with head hung, held out the envelope to me. I looke...d down at it, not knowing how to proceed, simultaneously dying to open it and yet afraid of what I’d find inside. I turned it over and saw that the envelope flap had not been sealed. “Did you read it?” I asked. He didn’t meet my eyes when he said, “I did. I’m sorry.” “What is it?” My hands were shaking and my vision was blurry from unshed tears, and for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to open that envelope and look inside.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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