The letter began its soundless free fall into the future. There was no indication, no sign or subtle hint of its destiny as it twirled the through salty, humid sea air. The ancient lavender parchment envelope, which held the hope for one man’s life and the dying words of a woman, spiraled downward until it landed on the soft cloud of waiting letters. The flowing curves of the decades old script stood out among the sterilely typed words of the present. Although the lavender scent had begun to fade, the air around the letter instantly became smoother, cleaner. The magic of the letter was such that if someone were to stop outside the mailbox and listen closely, they might hear the tides of tomorrow whispering in their ears.
Chapter 1