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between rooms for a bit, making sure that all his things are gone, that there’s no chance he’ll be showing back up in an hour or two, before I make my way to my bedroom. I wrap myself up in the blankets, and cuddle up to the pillows, closing my eyes.
    When I drift off again, I sleep deeply.

2
Letters
    It’s been nearly two weeks since I sent the letter to Joshua, and I’m starting to think he’s not going to write me back, but that doesn’t stop me from getting into my car and going to the post office every day at three-thirty on the dot to check my post box.
    Heading right into the post office, I bypass the counter, going straight for my box. As soon as I open it, instant disappointment settles over me.
    It’s empty again.
    Closing the door, I lock it up and turn to leave when Grace calls out, “Hold on a second, Vickie. There’s still more here. I haven’t had a chance to sort through it all.”
    Those words stall me and my stomach does a little flip-flop. I smile at her. “Oh, sure, thanks.”
    Walking over to the counter, I lean against it, watching as she quickly flips through the stack of mail. She’s a sweet lady, maybe ten years my senior, with long black hair and a bubbly voice. It takes a few minutes before she turns to me, a letter in her hand.
    “Here you go,” she says, smiling sweetly, setting the letter down on the counter. “I hope it’s the one you’ve been waiting for.”
    My eyes widen as I stare at the large red stamp on the front of the envelope.
This letter has been mailed from the Pennsylvania Prison System.
    Oh my God. He wrote back.
    I’m stunned. For a moment, all I can do is stare at the envelope, reading the stamp once, twice, three times, before glancing back at Grace, my hands shaking ever so slightly, itching to snatch it up, as excitement sparks throughout my entire body. She’s eyeing me curiously, like she’s hoping that maybe this really is the letter I’ve been waiting for.
    I grin at her, grabbing the letter to leave. “It is. Thanks so much for checking for me.”
    “No worries, hon,” she says. “See you tomorrow.”
    “See you.” I stick the letter into my purse, feeling slightly dazed as I make my way out to my car. When I reach my house, I’m itching to tear it open. I head straight to my office and sit down at my desk, carefully opening it.
     
    July 17, 2015
     
    Hey Victoria,
     
    What’s good? I’m just chilling, listening to old school jams. I just got your letter this morning, and I’m really excited to get to know you better.
    So you’re a romance author. That’s cool. I’m a hopeless romantic. I’d like to read your newest book if you want to send me a copy. No pressure. If you don’t want to, I’ll understand. I’ve never met an author before. What made you decide to write to someone like me? I’m really excited that you did.
    You said that you’re fiercely loyal. Great quality to have. I’m very loyal, too. Your word is all you have in life.
    Good to know family is important to you. Family is everything to me. I’m the youngest of five kids. Grew up in Pennsylvania. I’m really close with my family. Do you have any siblings?
    Could you send me a picture of you so I know who I’m talking to?
    I’m really excited to get to know you better, so tell me a little bit more about yourself. Here are some questions for us to get to know each other better.
    What is your sexiest feature?
    What are three qualities that are important to you in the man you’re dating?
    What’s your favorite color?
    Are you dating anyone now?
    Do you have any tattoos? If yes, what and where?
    When’s your birthday?
    Describe your perfect first date.
    If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you be?
    Do you prefer sunrise or sunset?
    What’s one thing a person can do to make you fall in love with them?
    Well, I’m going to cut this off here. Thank you for taking the time to write me. I hope you have a great week and I hope to hear back