B O N N I E
"Here," mom hands me the stack of envelopes, and I reach out for them, my hands trembling so much the weight of them almost too much for me to hold right now.
He wasn't lying. He wrote me letters for all those years. A choked sob escapes me, and mom rushes over, wrapping me in her arms. Despite everything, I just need to be held by my mom.
"That boy loved you, Bon. I think he still might too." I say nothing; I just give in and cry. I let it all out, all the built-up tears and fears of the last four years pouring out of me. I know Josh loved me when we were kids, but I didn't think he cared after he left.
I guess I was wrong.
"I didn't read any of them; I promise you that," mom assures me, and I'm glad she left them untouched, even if she hid them from me. "Thank you," I wh
