Handwritten

44 pages. One letter. One girl. Two boys. And secrets. Many secrets.
Renee Connor was good at reading people. She would study the boys at her school and write letters about the type of person she truly thought they were. With years of quiet solitude and watching others around her, Renee had complied multiple letters filled with secrets and mistruths. She had written about everyone in her grade.
Everyone except the new boy with the lop-sided smile and eyes the colour of midnight.

His name was Jesse Lockwood.

And this is his story.