CHAPTER NINE
The postcards weren’t working. She simply wasn’t getting the message. So he had decided to write with letters she couldn’t possibly miss.
He strolled up the sidewalk, nodding politely as a young man pushed open the apartment door. He shifted the mailbag over his shoulder, adjusting his blue postman’s cap. The man held the door open for him.
Technically, this made the young man an accomplice.
He smirked, rushing past, and moving into the apartment.
As the door slowly swished shut behind him, cutting off the faint breeze from the outside, his eyes scanned the post boxes
He knew everything about Ilse. He’d been researching her extensively for years. Ever since she had made that fateful choice.
It was as if she didn’t even remember him. Didn’t even think her words had unin
