Chapter 49 The Letter

Noah sat at his desk with blank paper and a pen.

Not his laptop. Not his phone. Actual paper. The kind that showed every mistake. Every crossed-out word. Every hesitation.

He'd started four times already. The trash can overflowed with crumpled attempts.

*Dear Leighton* felt too formal.

*Leighton* felt too cold.

*To the woman I love* felt like