B O N N I E
Wait, what?!
"I don't understand... I didn't get any emails or texts from you," I question. He chuckles, but I don't understand the amusement. "No, I wrote to you, as in pen to paper, I wrote you letters." I instantly blush at the thought of him sitting down to write me letters.
Both of us are now confused; he goes to speak but then stops himself before looking back up at the night sky. "I don't understand, I know I sent them to your house," he mutters his question to the night sky as if it held all the answers.
I sit up straight, pulling my legs to my chest as his hand slips from mine and back into his front jean pockets.
"Mom never gave me any letters. Surely if we got any, she would know," saying this out loud, it all makes sense now.
Mom had hidden the letters from me
