Chapter 10

"Jennifer, I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. I don’t really deserve to write this, but if you ever read this, it means I finally found the courage to say what I couldn’t when we were together. I messed up. I let the covetous ambition overtake me. I let others come between us. I let her come between us. I told myself lies so I wouldn’t have to face the truth: that I was losing you, and it was my fault. You've always been better than me, Jen. Kinder. Braver. I never said it enough, but I loved you. I still do. Maybe someday we can talk. Maybe someday I can try to fix what I broke. Devlin" She stared at the page with a pounding heart. The letter bore no date. It was folded in half. The ink was slightly smeared. But it was real. The bouquet still had a trace of his cologne, like an afterthought on the paper. Did he mean to give that to her? Did he lose his nerve? The morning after the break-in is tense, muted, as if the world itself were holding its breath. Jennifer walked