Penmates (The Mates #3)

Chapter 41

Each note is dated, time-stamped down to the minute.

Some of them are smudged, like he wrote them with wet hands.

Some have little hearts, drawn as though he’s embarrassed by them but can’t help himself.

I read each one, methodically. It’s the only thing I have the strength for while the doctors and nurses do whatever they are doing.

Each is an update, a breadcrumb, a pulse of hope.

By the eighth note, my eyes are watering, and I’m not sure if it’s because my eyes are dry or because I’ve never, ever had anyone do something this desperately loving for me.

It’s almost too much. I want to reach through time, grab Colton by his ridiculous, stubborn face, and shake him for making me feel so much.

I read on.