Those three words sent her heart slamming violently against her ribs. For a split second, she nearly hurled the phone across the room. Every rational instinct told her to stop reading. Her hands refused to listen. She opened the messages.
There were two hundred and fifty-three unread texts.
The earliest one had been sent three months after she had arrived in Paris. By then, she had already changed her SIM card. She had never received it.
Lucas: [Iris, I am sorry. I should have said this apology the moment we met again. But back then I was arrogant enough to think I could keep everything buried. I never imagined I would lose the chance to say it at all.]
Lucas: [Iris, I dreamed of you again. In the dream, you were drenched through, freezing cold. I called your name, but you would not ev
