Waiting is the most agonizing thing.
Fifteen days later, Fiona Sutton still had not received any news.
Yancy Hastings's phone was still unreachable. However, she received a letter at school—a letter from Yancy Hastings.
Fiona sat in her dormitory, looking at the envelope, puzzled.
Seeing his handwriting on the envelope, a slow smile touched Fiona's lips.
A letter from him... does this mean Yancy Hastings is safe now?
"What on earth is this amazing guy up to?" Fiona pouted, though her eyes held no trace of anger.
She reached out, tore it open, and the moment she unfolded the letter, the smile on Fiona's face instantly froze.
Tears welled, threatening to overflow.
"'Last Will!'" she choked out. The words were large, clear, and written in a strong, forceful hand.
Fiona trembled violently, stumbled, and collapsed to the floor.
The letter read: "The army has regulations: before a mission, one must write a will. So, much of it is cliché; I've written it thousands of times."
