Letters From London: Epilogue
Here is the epilogue of Letters From London. I hope you enjoy it.
Grace held her breath. It was almost two years since she had last seen Graham, and now he was standing in the same room with her. They were separated by a number of people, and also the transparent screen that he was behind. She looked at his sharp suit. The buttons of his white shirt were fastened to the top, neatly secured with a patterned blue tie. He looked very smart, very handsome even. But she looked away.
I don’t want it to be over…