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At last Abby came to the final letter in the box More worn than the others, the last letter was short and coe Abby had come to associate with Kristian and Edith’s romance; the scribbled lines caused her to put down her teacup and a chill washed over her skin despite the heat of the sun

I’ The three of us will finally be together

Her brow puckered at the endearaze ski washed over her It was dated October of 1943

Ten months before Iris’s birth

CHAPTER 11

Toers It was almost like it was still alive and he treated it that way, deferring to each species’ particular characteristics Right noorking with a sed and timeless His plans were for an entertainment unit, stained a dark walnut, with doors that would hide away the television and components When closed, it would resemble a wardrobe and melt into the décor of the library without a problem

Of course there was a chance she wouldn’t want it, in which case he’d maybe sell it That’s what he did with most of his handiwork

He kept telling himself that, especially when he started to feel rather unco a piece of furniture for her Or when he started exas for Abby? It appeared he did, on some level He wouldn’t have kissed her otherwise Wouldn’t be thinking about her all the time

Still, it wasn’t like he was in love with her And the piece was as much for the house as it was for her, wasn’t it?

He’d only ever h, and that little fact nagged at hi He’d been starting out then, learning his craft, and he’dit to her and thenthem in the apartment they would share …

He’d been pretty young and naïve back then And when Erin had reat pleasure in s it on the brush pile

He frowned, looked at his ain just to be sure before taking the piece of wood to the table saw to cut

The shrill whine of the saas fading and the discarded end thrown in

to a pile when he looked up and saw Rick Sullivan standing in the doorway to his workshop

“Hey,” he said, pushing his safety glasses to the top of his head “What brings you out here?”