IRIS
The letters started as an accident. I had been sitting at my kitchen table trying to force some lyrics out. When I gave up I found myself writing something entirely different.
Ronan,
Our babies are kicking constantly now. They don’t let me sleep and Phoebe says I should scold them, but I can’t get myself to. They are probably bored out of their mind and want to play. I tore the page out, folded it, and locked it in the small wooden box I kept on my dresser.
The next letter came three days later, which was followed by many more. I wrote about the pregnancy, the cravings and even Phoebe. It was therapeutic. I finally understood why Elara did it.
I was now eight months along, time was moving so fast and everyday I was moving forward. Soon my babies would be here. Phoebe was an a
