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The Letter (Chapter Twenty-Four)

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The telephone began ringing just as she closed the door to her hotel room and started down the hallway toward the elevator. She never even considered not turning back to answer, confident that the call was either from her son or Dennis. “Hey, Mom,” her son said cheerily before she even had a chance to [...]

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The Letter (Chapter Twenty-Three)

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“And you got married just like that?” Amy said incredulously. “Just like that!” she laughed. “It was an amazing day. We only had about twenty-five guests and got married, barefooted, on the beach at sundown.” “When did you tell your families that you were pregnant?” Amy pressed. “During the reception! Dennis proposed a toast to [...]

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The Letter (Chapter Twenty-Two)

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The florist delivered the flowers late Saturday afternoon. A beautiful bouquet of her favorites — delicate pink roses. The card said simply, “You will be picked up at noon on Sunday. Be ready. Love, D.” She opened the door and was greeted by a uniformed driver. “I don’t think you have the right apartment,” she [...]

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The Letter (Chapter Twenty-One)

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She knew what she had to do — and that she needed to do it now. Procrastinating would only make the task ahead more difficult — for both of them. Her circumstances — and the future of her unborn child — required that she be fearless now. Decisive. Determined. Protective. As she showered and dressed [...]

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The Letter (Chapter Twenty)

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“I just don’t understand why the doctor can’t prescribe something to help you.” Her friend was clearly irritated. “How long did he say it would take for this thing to ‘run its course’?” she inquired. “I told you,” she responded, staring out the passenger window of the vehicle as she adjusted her sunglasses to hide [...]

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The Photograph (Chapter One)

“Are you coming, Grandma?” she called up the stairs lightly. “Yes, dear,” was the response. “I’ll be down in just a few moments. I’m moving a little slower than normal this morning,” the old woman giggled. “I’m not complaining, though. You just sit tight and be there in a flash.” “All right, Gran,” her granddaughter [...]

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The Letter (Chapter Nineteen)

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“Breathe . . . breathe,” her friend urged, as she knelt alongside her chair, rubbing and patting her back. “Come on . . . deep breaths. You can do it. Get some air into your lungs . . . there you go . . . you’ll be all right.” Upon hearing that he was planning [...]

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The Letter (Chapter Eighteen)

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The ringing telephone startled her awake. She sat straight up on the couch, disoriented. The telephone was on the coffee table directly in front of her with a hand-written note taped to it: “Make an appointment with the doctor. I’ll call later and check up on you. Love, Me.” She threw off the blanket that [...]

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The Letter (Chapter Seventeen)

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The sun was just setting when they arrived at the nearly empty restaurant. He turned to her and asked, “Would you like to take a walk on the beach before we have dinner?” Although she didn’t feel well and would have preferred to be home sleeping, it was a beautiful night. The sky was perfectly [...]

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The Letter (Chapter Sixteen)

“You know that I want to see you tonight,” she reassured Dennis, “but I just don’t feel up to going out. I think I’m coming down with that flu bug that has been making the rounds. I’m really tired, kind of achy all over, and my stomach has been doing somersaults for a couple of [...]

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The Letter (Chapter Fifteen)

“Maybe there’s hope for you yet,” she told her reflection later that day, as she dressed for her first evening alone with Dennis.

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