I grabbed the trash can and dumped it upside down, sending a mess of food and trash onto thefloor.
Sadie came to my side. “What’re youdoing?”
“I’m not cleaning that up,” Averyteased.
I saw it, the package with the perfect script. I picked it up and then one of his letters from last year. I blinked as if the handwriting would change, but it wouldn’t. The same person who wrote the love notes also addressed the box that my purse wasin.
“Tell us what’s wrong.” Avery’s tone changed from hostile toconcerned.
“It’s not him writing these.” My chest tightened and my legs wobbled. I collapsed into the chair and dropped the paper and package onto thetable.
“I don’t understand.” Sadie lowered to myside.
“He said his secretary had addressed the package, so he wasn’t sure I got it. All this time, Edward never wrote these. His secretary did.” I wanted to crawl into bed, pull the covers over my head, and never face life again. “I was right. Edward would never leave me. But he’s never been with meeither.”
