Page 37 of This Blood That Breaks Us (This Blood That Binds Us, #3)

Dear Luke and Zach,

It’s my birthday today, and everyone remembered. I didn’t want them to. I’ve tried really hard to be happy for them. But how am I supposed to do that when you’re not here to make my cake or to sing me “Happy Birthday” in that weird chorus you guys do? I’ve stopped expecting you to come through the door. But today, I kinda hoped for a second or two when I was blowing out the candles.

I’m really sad. My chest hurts and I had the weirdest pain in my hand today. Can you feel it too?

Love you forever,

Presley