“The letter he wrote three days after you overheard us talking,” he explained impatiently. “The letter he poured his entire f*****g heart into. The letter he wrote because you’d blocked his number. The one he was forced to write because you weren’t at the dining hall or in the training rooms when he tried to find you and because your parents told him you didn’t want to see him when he came to your apartment. That goddamned letter!”
She dropped the boxing gloves and shook her head. That wasn’t right. What Silas was saying made no sense. It made even less sense than Marcus buying her photographs.
“I didn’t get that letter,” she whispered as her chest tightened.
“What?” Silas asked, looking at her like she’d just told him the sky was green.
“I didn’t get that letter,” she repeated slo
