Take Care, Taylor (Sincerely Yours #3)

Bully Years Junior Year

AUDREY

The letters between us became sporadic and sparse—emotionless and vague.

It was a habit we both tried to break, but by the third year, the messages had dwindled into little more than “Take care, Taylor” or “Take care, Audrey.”

By the fourth year, they’d finally become nothing at all.

I stopped sending letters.

He stopped sending postcards.

We both stopped sending emails.

And somewhere between all the silence, whatever we were stopped existing, too.