Anger and pain seeped through her veins in equal parts. Her mother could have ripped open her chest and burnt her heart instead. That wouldn’t have hurt her as much as this did.
Her mom had not only hid them from her but also had read every single one of them.
Everything she believed until now was a lie.
Why did her mother have to do this to her?
How could she deceive her into believing that Martin had forgotten her?
Now Alana was to live the rest of her life with this burden at her heart. How was she going to cope with it?
How was she going forgive herself for thinking that Martin hadn’t kept his promise?
Tears trickled down her eyes as she buried the letters into her chest.
Her Marty had replied to every single one of her letters for five years. She knew she couldn’t fini
