Postcards from Abby
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“I’m leaving. It feels strange leaving you here in one place while I go off. It’s been the other way around for so long. I wanted to thank you for everything. I know I’ll see you again and when I do, you’ll be the one saving a seat for me. Until then, good-bye Abby.”
Tia got up on her feet and walked over to the cab. Once she was seated inside, she stared out the window, her chin resting on the back of her hand. As the car made its way down the hill toward the Rioja Inn, Tia noticed the outline of a person standing on the veranda. It was Jack. He stood motionless, following the path of the car as it traveled off in the direction of the town.
Five hours later, Tia was sitting down at a desk by the window of her room at the Intercontinental Hotel in Nice, France. Her luggage piled high in one corner and clothes laid out on her bed. Opening up the first drawer of the desk, Tia found a folder. She opened it, seeing some hotel stationery and a menu for room service. Behind the stationery were several postcards with various pictures of hotel. Tia stopped at the postcard with a picture of the beach right before sunset. Turning the postcard around, Tia grabbed a pen and began to write:
My dearest Jack,
There are so many things that you’ve taught me. I admit I wasn’t a very good student at first. It took me time to realize you’ve been right all along. I have been afraid. It was so easy for me to make excuses not to love you, from Sarah, to Abby, to not wanting to hurt you. But the truth is, I was afraid of getting hurt myself. I’ve been through so much with my marriage that I was afraid of getting close to anyone. You were right all along but I guess you knew that, didn’t you? You also knew that I needed time and you let me go. I don’t know what lies ahead for me. All I do know is that there is so much to do and see. I am hoping to find myself along the way. I can’t ask you to wait but, somehow, I know you will, wait patiently for me to return. And when I do, I know I will have traveled a thousand miles to take my first breath with you.
Tiadora
Tia put the pen down and smiled.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Sarah Price
Written in conjunction with Ella Stewart, Sarah Price deviates from her best-selling Amish fiction books with Postcards from Abby. Her ancestors emigrated from Europe in 1705, settling in Pennsylvania as the area’s first wave of Mennonite families. Sarah Price has always respected and honored her ancestors through exploration and research about her family’s history and their religion. At nineteen, she befriended an Amish family and lived on their farm throughout the years. Twenty-five years later, Sarah Price splits her time between her home outside of New York City and an Amish farm in Lancaster County, PA where she retreats to reflect, write, and reconnect with her Amish friends and Mennonite family.
Ella Stewart
Like Sarah Price, Ella Stewart is a storyteller. She likes to create stories that focus on the interesting people she has met along the way and the places that she has visited. With much of her extended family still living in Spain, she grew up spending long summers on the coast where she absorbed everything from the smell of seafood, the taste of wine, the feel of the ocean breeze and the sight of beautiful beaches and ancient buildings. She likes to say that her Spanish heritage courses through her veins. She currently lives in New York with her husband and children.
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