365

On the envelope, in Ryker’s handwriting, it says: Letter 1 of 365.

I blink. My heart hammers in my ears and I rip open the envelope, taking out the single piece of paper.

***My love***,

You’re probably confused right now. Maybe a little mad. Maybe even sad. I’m sorry I didn’t pick up when you called.

I need to give you space. I know I’ve said that so many times that you probably want to smack the