Pen Pal – Mycket efterfrågad

The first letter arrived the day my husband was buried. It was postmarked from the state penitentiary, and contained a single sentence:Ill wait forever if I have to.It was signed by Dante, a man I didnt know.Out of simple curiosity, I wrote back to ask him what exactly he was waiting for. His reply?You.I told the mystery man he had the wrong girl. He said he didnt. I said wed never met, but he said I was wrong.We went back and forth, exchanging letters every week that grew increasingly more intimate. Then one day, the letters stopped. When I found out why, it was already too late.Dante was at my doorstep.