There is nothing greater than the gift of life, for how could one experience love without the breath we take. Each breath a step closer to fate, her being my chosen path. Her soul a footprint of my destiny and her breath an echo of my heartbeat.
Sorry about your barn burning down, my vastest sympathy.
I hope you like the roses.
An Admirer"
Katie raised a brow and read it over and over. Who could have sent this? It sounded like something her favourite author would have written. Oh, how she adored every word that left his mouth. It had to have been Chris who sent these beautiful flowers; he would be the only one who knew how much she loved that author's words. "Charlie, it has to be him. These are the words of Michael Turner, my favourite author only Chris would know that. I haven't read these words before, but he's the only one I know that writes this way, his words make me melt." Charlie grabbed hold of the note, reading it over again. "What could he possibly gain by sending you these roses?"
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