Heirman stared at the letter in his trembling hands, the words blurring as his grip tightened around the fragile piece of paper. He wanted to crumple it, to throw it away, but he couldn't. This letter was all he had left of Jenna, the only proof that she once loved him—even if she chose to leave.
Heirman,
I don’t have amnesia. I lied. It was a test to see if you were honest with me or not. I know you’ll hate me for this, but I have to leave. I have to do this for our sake. If we stay together, we will only destroy each other. I’m not ready to be in a relationship with you.
As for you, I want you to find yourself and become a better person—for our baby. This is the first time I will admit this, but I love you. I love you so much, Heirman, but I don’t trust you enough to take care of my h
