Elizabeth’s letter arrived without notifications, tucked between bills and advertisements, as if it had no idea how much power it held.
“I’ve been thinking of you.”
That was all it said. I read it three times before I allowed myself to breathe.
A letter. From Elizabeth.
“I wonder if you ever think about those days.
About how we laughed, about the way you held my hand that night at the lake.
I do. I always have.”
We started writing back and forth.
And then, one day, she sent her address.
That was it. That was all I needed.
The plane uplifted into the air, and I closed my eyes, picturing her waiting for me.
However, a strange pressure in my chest made me breathe harder.
“Sir, are you alright?”
I tried to answer, but the words wouldn’t come.
When I woke up, the world had changed.
A hospital.
A woman sat next to the bed, holding my hand.
“You scared us. I’m Lauren, your nurse,” she said gently.
I swallowed, my throat dry. “Where am I?”
“Bozeman General Hospital.
Your plane had to make an emergency landing.
You had a mild heart atta:ck, but you’re stable now. The doctors say you can’t fly for a while.”
I let my head fall back against the pillow.
My dreams had to wait.
I exhaled sharpl
What happened next changed everything…
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