Spencer crouched down, hands trembling, and opened the letter.
Spencer,
I'm writing this on my way to the airport.
For 26 years, I thought my face was a curse. Then I met you. You said it was the mark of an angel's kiss. You posted it on i********: and told everyone your wife was beautiful. For three years, I really believed it. I believed you didn't mind my face, that there was someone in this world who looked at me without pity or disgust. So I gave you everything I had to give.
I don't regret it. When I gave you my heart, I never once thought of taking it back.
Until Jasmine returned to Casterholm.
I watched you nod along while they pushed me into surgery. I watched you leave me there with my face covered in blood and follow her to the hospital. Only then did I realize that my fac
