Gretchen shot a hesitant glance over her shoulder to the closet. She wondered if Jax was living out of a bag or if she had bothered to move at least a few of her belongings into the room. She opened the closet, mildly disappointed to only see a few articles of clothing hanging. Gretchen touched each piece, smiling at the soft textures and patterns that fit Jax so well—button-ups that would hug her body perfectly and sweaters that would show off her defined muscles. Gretchen closed her eyes and thought back to the many times they’d gone to the gym together, to the workouts she barely participated in because she was too in awe of Jax’s body. She’d felt shallow every time, but she was so proud of having the sexiest wife in the world. Most times she wouldn’t even let Jax shower when they got home because of all the pent-up desire and need to touch her.

Jax’s shoes caught her attention next, all colorful and clean. Gretchen looked up to the top shelf and noticed the craft box. She stood on tiptoe and reached, hurting her injured shoulder, but she didn’t care about the pain. She held the box in triumph and poured its contents on the bed, covering most of the mattress. Gretchen smiled in relief and joy. She hadn’t thrown them away; she hadn’t thrown away the love she knew she had for Jax. The first letter she unfolded weakened her knees.

Gretchen,

I’m sorry. I really don’t know what else I can say. I’m an idiot and a fool and I don’t deserve you. I thought making you choose between us and your family was the only way I could make you see how much they hurt you. Please forgive me.

Gretchen held the letter to her chest and sobbed. She remembered that day so clearly and the icky pain that had filled her chest when she thought she had lost Jax forever. That was ten years ago and here they were again. She picked up another letter, hoping for one that could remind her of all the happiness they had at one time.

Mama Bear,

I know you hate the nickname, but I also notice the way you smile every time I say it. Our cubs are so lucky to have you.

Gretchen scanned the paper and flipped it over, hoping to find a date. She examined Jax’s handwriting, and there was no way she had made a mistake.