It had been months since they left. Five, to be exact. No letter, no gifts from Ravić. Nothing.
Envy clawed at me every time the mail would arrive from Rayna or little Rose. Packages wrapped with care, letters scrawled with love. Even Sebastian managed to send us words, and sometimes even photographs from the base. But from Ravić? Not a single word.
By the second month, I caved. I started writing him. One letter a week, every week, apologizing and updating him about how we're all doing. My olive branch. My plea. Because I didn't want to fight. I didn't want this silence hanging between us.
But still, no word.
We were supposed to be the happy couple, in love and brimming with excitement. After all, not only are we expecting a child. We also have a wedding to look forward to. But instead, we were separated. And it hurt.
I didn't let myself drown in it, though. I forced myself to stay busy. To do what I do best: learn.
