The Last Letter

if it isn’t?”

Emma stared out the café window toward the sea.

“If I don’t go…”

Her voice cracked.

“I’ll wonder forever.”

The week passed painfully slowly.

When Saturday finally arrived, clouds drifted across the evening sky.

Emma climbed the familiar cliff toward the lighthouse.

Every heartbeat echoed in her ears.

The wind carried the scent of salt and rain.continue reading …