Pen Pal - J. T. Geissinger
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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.
