Chapter 555. Bonding Time

Veronica Ambrose

"I guess it's my turn." Chantel smiles shyly. She hands me a book, and at first, I'm confused. I like to read, but not enough that I'll like receiving books as gifts. But then I opened it. While flipping through the first few pages, I recognize Chantel's handwriting.

The day you were bornWhen we shared a room-

Remember the time we ate so muchAnd they were everyone! The frogs and the-

"Chantel, I- what is this?"

"I've been thinking about this for a while. Writing down memories as they popped into my head.

This is a book filled with all my favorite memories of us. Of you and me. Of you, Zave, and me. The last few pages, however, are letters for you to read whenever you're feeling down."

I flip to the last pages, and there they are. Envelopes taped to the pages. Envelopes with long letters in them. I lean down to smell the pages and laugh when I smell her scent.