Three Letters That Died With Love

On my thirtieth birthday, I walked out of prison.

Waiting for me were three letters — written by three men a decade ago.

The first was from Ethan: Ten years from now, I'll have married the only woman I'll ever love. That woman will be you.

The second was from Sebastian: If you choose him, I'll throw everything away to stop that wedding. I can't stand the thought of you belonging to someone else.

The third was from Caleb: Even if you don't love me, I'll spend my whole life protecting you. That's the one thing I'll never give up on.