Haven

Chapter Nine

'I'm happy.

I'm happy and married.

It may come as a shock that I ran away to get out of a marriage, but this is different.

He's a gentleman.

A generous man.

Andrew Quinn.

He's taken good care of me, and I know he always will.

I can't apologize for leaving.

I only apologize for not writing sooner.

Andrew encouraged me to write you, though I was afraid.

I am glad.

I know that you both will be blessed to hear from me.

I am alive.

I miss you both terribly.

One day I hope to see you.

One day soon.

How have you been?

I pray for you both every day and night.

Please write me the moment you get this.

I love you dearly.

Andrew has vowed to take care of you two.

He's sincerely the greatest gift I've been given. I do love him. You will too when we all meet again.

If you need anything, please let me know.

I love you.

I miss you.

Isabella Quinn.'

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He held her.

She felt loved.

She was brave enough to know she was loved.

It was scary.

It was right.

No one was delicate with her. Not now as an adult.

Andrew didn't seem gentle. He was gentle.

He was gentle.

Something Isabella quietly craved.

Gentleness.

Kind.

Tender.

Mild.

Andrew.

She liked how easily he carried her.

How delicately he wiped her tears.

How he adored her.

She was adored.

He prayed over her.

He was strange.

He didn't know how to filter himself.

He was brash.