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Love you,

Piper

ChapterNine

Piper

I’d be lyingif I said I didn’t cry while writing my first entry in the notebook.

Archer and I usually shared a journal where we wrote to each other when we were apart. I knew he’d read it, but this one…

So far, I haven’t lost faith, but what if everyone else is right?

Don’t think that way, Piper. He’s going to come home.Sooner or later, Archer will cross the house’s threshold and say, “Baby, I’m home.”

I close the notebook and put it back inside the box. Carefully, I slide it under my bed and head to the bathroom to take a shower.

Something feels wrong.

I’m not sure if it was the music I played, the letter I wrote, or the fact that I don’t feel as sad as I did when I woke up.

It’s as if I’m giving a piece of him back to the universe.

I shouldn’t do that.

He’s mine.

I spend the rest of my day trying to catch up with work. I can’t continue neglecting it. My assistant is doing her best to cover for me, but as she told me during last morning’s call, I’m the one in charge of acquisitions.

My next goal is to visit Florence St. James. At least I’ve been texting the St. Jameses more often.

Around four, I receive a message from my parents. They remind me I have to eat. I don’t respond. An hour later, there’s someone at my door. I don’t open it, hoping that whoever is ringing the bell will go away.

They don’t.

Whoever is outside is now banging on the door. “Open up, Ladybug. I know you’re in there.”

I groan. It’s Tucker.

“Go away!” I growl, but maybe he can’t hear me all the way outside.

There’s another round of knocks. “Open up now, or I’m going to break down the door.”

I give up because he might call Seth or someone to open it.

“What do you need?” I swing the door open.

He glares at me. “I didn’t want to believe it, but they were right. You look like shit.”

I scoff. “Nothing says I love you like my big brother telling me I’m a piece of crap.”

He smirks and makes his way inside the house. “That’s not what I said.”

Does it make any difference? He’s practically telling me the same as everyone else,“You’re a fucking mess, Piper. Pull yourself together.”

“What do you want, Tuck?”

He tsks. “I heard you’ve been skipping meals.”

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