With a relieved sigh, I leaned back in my chair, feeling lighter, more centered. Maybe I wasn’t completely falling apart after all.
Now I was ready for the letter.
I grabbed the envelope off my bed and opened it carefully, unfolding it with a mixture of anticipation and nerves.
A handwritten letter with small, neat script greeted me—which, I'll be honest, was unexpectedly sweet.
Leigh,
First off, no, this isn’t a breakup letter. Sorry. You’re stuck with me.
Also, happy birthday! I thought about getting you something extravagant and obnoxiously unnecessary, like a life-sized cardboard cutout of me, but I figured I’d go with something slightly less terrifying instead.
I know things have been rough lately. I don’t know all the details (and you don’t owe me any), but I can see it in th
