Callan’s POV
‘At first I thought it was one of the plastic b.itches, you know? One of those girls that are more interested in grabbing a boyfriend that can buy them s.hit than a good guy to treat them well. But as I read each letter, I grew to realise that I was wrong, the writer, she was funny and sweet, sometimes a little sarcastic.’
I swallow, as I stare at the woman sitting in my apartment, the mystery writer that drove me crazy with her sassy words and heartfelt messages. The girl who made me believe that I could be a good guy, that started the change in me that ultimately led me to follow my own path and join the Army.
‘I started to look forward to coming to school, opening my locker and seeing if I’d gotten a note that day. The fact you had no pattern to your deliveries just mad……
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