Chapter 11
I reread the letter for the fifth time and try to process every question she’s written. How can anyone think that fast? I’m amazed at how quickly her mind works and how it jumps from topic to topic as if each question is a landing platform and then a springboard to the next. It’s somehow exhausting and exhilarating to read all at the same time.
To say I was shocked to get a letter in the mail call that wasn’t from my mother was an understatement. And I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t wished it was from Sparrow the instant I saw the handwriting and realized it wasn’t from my mother. I wasn’t about to analyze why she’d been the one person, besides my mama, that I wanted to receive mail from.
I pull out some paper from my footlocker and get as comfortable as I can on the cot that
