Dear Wrenbird,
There's nothing like waking up to see your face hovering over mine.
Nothing.
Not even waking up to your face and then noticing you're holding out a phone.
A phone from which my mom was yelling curses and angry words from.
I could hear her without putting the phone to my ear.
That's how loud she was.
I'm pretty sure she woke up your mom.
Not really.
Considering you said she didn't wake up until a couple of hours after I'd left.
But Tuscany certainly looked freaked out by the voice coming from the tiny square device.
I don't think she liked it.
July 5,
Koda
YOU ARE READING
Letters from a Comatose Patient
Teen Fiction❝Dear Wren, I miss your laugh.❞ In which Koda writes to Wren with no intention of ever giving his letters to her.
