Letters Never Meant For Me
He wrote to Grace. I read every word.
Somewhere between the ink and the envelope, I fell in love with Warren, a man I'd never met.
His letters were meant for her - a woman who once lived in the empty house at the end of my mail route. The war had taken her away, but not him. He was still out there, somewhere, writing words too beautiful to be left unopened.
I knew I should have sent them back.
Instead, I began to answer.
Each letter pulled me deeper - into his memories, his dreams, his hope for a future I wanted to be part of.
But when the war ends and Warren comes home, he won't be looking for me...
He'll be looking for Grace.