This great reflection of love and romance reveals how Heather, after going through a traumatic divorce and learning that her husband of many years preferred men, and stole her money and her car, has all sorts of doubts each time she meets someone new, they date, and then breaks up the relationship. That is, until she learns to rely on her intuition and know when she should have real fear, and that fears are really her imagination.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralBook is newley publishing, but we have a team posting to social media.
She was surprised to find a handwritten note on the kitchen counter. It was very unlike Andrew, but she wasn’t going to question it too harshly. In fact, the romance she felt all the years before when they were high school sweethearts began flooding her again.
Hey Love,
I had to go to work early today.
I probably won’t see you before your flight out to Wisconsin for the workshop, so have a great time.
There are a few goody bags in the fridge for you to take with you.
I love you. Have a safe trip. Let me know when you arrive.
Love you, Andrew
Heather, practically squealing in excitement, almost skipped over to the refrigerator, and as stated in the note, there were several goody bags. Chocolates, sandwiches, and her favorite brand of orange juice that could only be found from one select store out in the countryside, were all neatly packed, ready to be taken. It was a lovely and thoughtful gesture that she hadn’t been expecting, and that made the treats mean so much more.
The rest of the day seemed to fly by quickly. Heather was never one for the pre-planning of anything. Instead, she waited until the evening before (or in this case, the morning of her flight) to begin her packing. Organized chaos, as she always referred to it, and it made Andrew crazy. Jumbles of various items were piled here and there, and somehow, she knew the exact location of everything she needed to take. However, because of her absent-minded packing, there was always one item that fell completely from the list, and today that was her toothbrush. Generally, she would only figure this out much later, but it was different this time. She remembered now, in the taxi, halfway between her home and the airport.
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Italian
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