Tessa’s head was still a mess from the last few days, which was probably why she’d forgotten about that small collection of precious letters. Letters she hadn’t opened in a year, even though one new envelope arrived every single day from the prison. They kept piling up until the day she moved to Hawthorne Estate.

She stood frozen, staring at the neat row of envelopes with her name written in a hand she knew too well.

For a full year, she’d ignored them. One year since her father ...