A Knowing Heart (The Vosses #1)

Chapter 46

Beloved,

I know it is the height of foolishness to write this, but as you call me a fool quite often, I suppose it is fitting. This letter may not reach you before you board the stagecoach, but still, I cannot help myself. My hand keeps reaching for the pen as if it has a mind of its own.

Every tick of the clock sounds louder than the last, as though time itself mocks my impatience. I can think of nothing else but you. I find myself laughing at nothing and smiling at the thought of you in my arms—of seeing you once more.

Come quickly, my love.

Frederick