Page 27 of Until the End (The Lost Letters #3)

Goose,

I can’t believe you’re leaving for Nashville next week. It doesn’t seem real to me that I won’t get to see you every day anymore. I’m going to miss you so fucking much.

You have to swear you’re going to call and that you won’t forget about me when you’re rich and famous. You’ll always be my best friend, no matter how far away you live or how much money you make.

If you ever need me, you know you can call. I don’t care if it’s three in the morning or you’re across the world from me, I’ll answer.

I love you.

—Duck