Pen Pal by J. T Geissinger

• Bonus chapter 

It all began with just one line. . .

The first letter arrived the day my husband was buried. It was postmarked from the state penitentiary and contained a single sentence:

I’ll wait forever if I have to.

It was signed by Dante, a man I didn’t know.

Out of simple curiosity, I wrote back to ask him what exactly he was waiting for. His reply?

You.

I told the mystery man he had the wrong girl. He said he didn’t. I said we’d never met, but he said I was wrong.

We went back and forth, exchanging letters every week that grew increasingly more intimate. Then, one day, the letters stopped. When I found out why, it was already too late

Dante was at my doorstep.

And nothing on earth could have prepared me for what happened next.

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