Letters We Mailed to the Wrong House
romanceEveryoneWren decided to walk it over to number 41 herself. The right house had a blue door and a sleepy cat in the window. She knocked, holding the letter out like an apology. The door opened, and a young man blinked at her, confused. 'I'm looking for Cordelia,' Wren said.
The man took the letter and frowned. 'There's no Cordelia here. Never has been.' He started to close the door, then paused. 'But people keep mailing her things. You're the third this year.' He pointed down the street. 'Try the old post office. The clerk there, Sam, keeps the lost letters. Maybe Sam knows something.'
What happens next?
1 ways forwardWren found the old post office and met Sam, the clerk, surrounded by stacks of undelivered letters. 'Cordelia,' Sam said, nodding. 'She has a whole drawer.' Sam pulled it open. Dozens of letters, all from Theo, all returned. 'He never gave up,' Sam said. 'Want to help me finally get these to her?'