Clara fidgeted with the book. Opening and closing the front cover. Flipping it over to read the back description and turning it again to read his note.
I promise to fight and to show you that we can work.
But if it's a lost cause please let me know.
The finality in it settling like a weigh on her chest, one she couldn't shake and just got heavier the more she tried to get rid of it. It had been a week and he hadn't tried to contact her again, hadn't tried to see if she had gotten his book. It had been radio silence and even though it was what she had asked for it hurt. It hurt like hell and she hated it, hated herself for allowing it.
"Clara?"
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely Yours
ChickLit"Oliver had watched the way she watched the world around her as they had walked to the café and he more than anything wanted a glimpse of what she saw." It all started with a single library card, a single book, a single note, a single girl, and a si...
