Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
We both came to a natural stop by the long slab of wood acting as a table and room divider. Behind it rested a slouchy linen couch facing the view.
A letter sat propped up by a glass jar full of seashells.
A letter addressed to Mr and Mrs North.
Zander swallowed hard as he reached for it. The rip of the envelope made both of us tense, and the crackle of unfolding pretty flower paper made me hold my breath.
Zander licked his lips and read:
“Dear Sailor and Zander,
If you’re here, then we were right.
We hoped of course, but never truly knew if you’d fall in love.
You’re both so different but also perfect for one another, and we only wish we could’ve been there to see you get married.
You were born from best friends, and now you are best friends. We can rest easy, knowing you’re both taken care of. We know you’ll look after one another for the rest of your lives. We know you’ll work hard and laugh often, but please remember to relax too.
We bought this house back in the sixties and have loved it ever since.
Now it’s yours.
Please share it with your sisters, friends, and future family. It’s been empty for far too long and it’s up to you and your loved ones to fill it with laughter and love.
Please use it.
Please enjoy it like we did.
Please create so many happy memories.
Our only regret is that we didn’t bring you here when we had the chance, but…surprise.
This is our wedding gift to you both.
Our dream finally came true, and now our families will always be connected.
You’ve made us so proud.
We’ll be watching out for you in heaven.
We love you both so much.
Love your Gran, Grandpa, Nana, and Pops.
PS. Look up. You’re home.”
Our eyes soared to the open rafters. We noticed at the same time.
A stunning rose had been carved into the ceiling with a compass facing true north in the centre. Beneath the emblem existed three words.
The North Rose.
The final sign from the grave that our family approved of our union.
A secret house they’d kept all these years in hopes that we’d get married.
Grabbing me in a kiss, Zander scooped me off my feet, then carried me toward the corridor and hopefully a bedroom.
Behind us, the letter fluttered to the floor.
The curtains rippled.
And somewhere in the living room, an ancient box television turned on.
THE END