- - - - - One Week Later - - - - -
~ HUNTER’s POV ~
A week after I got back from France, I received a box in the mail. When I saw Maia’s name written on the back, I got so excited I almost flipped my s**t. She had sent me a new phone and a postcard with a picture of a French boulangerie on it.
Mom thought I was flipping out because of the new iPhone I got, but she was wrong. That little postcard meant more to me than anything else in the world right now.
Maia was never a person of many words. On the back of the postcard, she only wrote four letters. Five if you count her name.
“Hope this will do. – Maia”
That was it. That was all I got. But I didn’t care, I was still ecstatic. The next day I went to bookstore and got a postcard of New York City and I wrote back t
