Should be Day 220.
Molly was at the Maple Heights Bookstore, one of her favorite stores in town, in search of a new historical romance novel to read. She had read all the ones by Rebecca Geoffrey, and she was trying to branch out to new authors. She wasn't having much luck finding what she wanted, but she did find a couple potentially good books in the discount bin.
As she was flipping through one of them, a wrinkled, folded sheet of paper fluttered to the ground. "Curious," she thought and bent down to pick it up. It looked like it was several years old. She carefully opened the paper and realized it was a letter, dated 1979.
"My Dearest Abby," it began, "I have landed in Quebec now-"
"How are you doing, Molly?" the owner asked, interrupting her reading.
Startled, Molly quickly shoved the letter back into the book. "Fine, thanks. I'll buy these two, please." She put them on the counter, distractedly thinking about what she had discovered.
Once she was outside, Molly walked a few streets over to a park bench and eagerly opened the letter again. It was a love letter, written by a guy to a young lady. It sounded like he had to do some work in Canada for a while, and they had to be kept apart for a time. Molly was captivated. It was better than any book. Once she was done with it, she decided to show it to Cassie.
"I miss you already. I hope that your mother is feeling better. I wish you could have come with me, but I know that she needs you right now more than I do, if that is even possible. Seven months seems like an eternity right now, but I could endure seven years knowing that you'd still be waiting for me. I will write to you later this week when I have more free time. Sweet dreams, my love. Eternally yours, Steven."
Molly's heart just about melted when she finished. "Wasn't that just beautiful?!"
"It was nice," Cassie stated after Molly had finished showing her the letter, "but why do you care? I mean, it's an old yellowed letter that wasn't meant for you to read. You don't even know these people."
"I know I don't, but this story seems so sweet. I want to know the story behind it. Did they reunite again? Did they ever get married?"
"I'm sure they did. Don't worry about it anymore. Throw the letter away."
"I can't bear to do that. This letter was obviously special to Abby. That's why she kept it in a book, so she could read it over again."
"What makes you think Steven ever mailed it? There's no envelope."
Molly scoffed. "With such passion this guy had? I'm sure he sent it."
"Maybe. But it'd be pretty hard to find either one of them now."
Molly sighed. Her friend was right, but she was willing to try. There had some hints in the letter that Abby was in nursing school and that she lived near the Kansas border. She'd start with those clues.
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