Odessa POV

I traced my fingers along my lips. What had he done?

I felt it deep in my gut like a small knife cutting along my belly.

Maybe it was the nurse we encountered on his first night at the hospital. She realised I was gone and threw herself on Maverick.

“Next!” The woman at the post office called.

I almost forgot I was at the post office, about to mail a letter that could alter my life forever.

The letter frowned at the envelope I gave her.

“Nassgar?” She questioned.

Heat rushed ...