Chapter 112: THE FORGOTTEN LETTER

Percival A rush of excitement surged through me as I bent down and grabbed a handful of stray letters. They were from both Edeline and me—our communications with each other. I noticed the top letter was one I had written when I was crying; the ink had blurred from my tears. My heart pounded fiercely as anger and frustration welled up inside me. I set that letter aside, the pain still raw, and moved on to the next one. This one was from Edeline. I had never received such a letter before. As I scanned it, a sinking feeling gripped me. Edeline would never advise me to be with Tatiana. I felt utterly foolish. Edeline was the embodiment of compassion and intelligence—so giving, with a wonderful sense of humor and remarkable strength. She was powerful, and most importantly, she was mine. I came across a journal and a sachet of herbal tea bags. I placed the tea bags back into the floorboard and opened the journal, my hands trembling slightly as I began to read. An entry from a few days ago c