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But I am not letting Mercy go without a fight. She owns my heart and soul.

Please forgive me, Mercy. I don’t want to live without you. I can’t.

Chapter 32

Nosy – an understatement with regard to the inhabitants of Winter Falls

A month later

Mercy

“The mail’s here,” Uncle Mercury shouts. “You better run out there and check if your young man wrote you today.”

I glare at him. “You’re not supposed to know about the letters from Gibson.”

He chuckles. “You swoon whenever you receive one. It’s not hard to figure out.”

“I don’t swoon,” I grumble and rush outside to the mailbox.

Rain, the mayor who also happens to be the mailperson, is waiting on me. “There’s another one.”

“You’re not supposed to snoop in my mail.”

She snorts. “All I did was read the return address.”

Now, it makes sense how Uncle Mercury knows about the letters. Rain has been tattling to everyone in town. Sometimes I wonder why I chose to stay in this small town.

I raise my eyebrows. “And tell everyone in town about the letters?”

She shrugs. “We’re concerned about you is all.”

Concerned my ass. They’re taking bets on when Gibson will return and whether I’ll forgive him. Apparently, the residents in this town will bet on anything.

Rain pats my hand. “I know it feels as if everyone in town is a busybody but I promise you everyone is concerned. It’s no small thing to get sober.”

I blow out a breath. “No, it isn’t.”

“We’re on your side, Mercy,” she says before hopping on her bike and peddling away.

My eyes itch as I watch her. No one’s ever been on my side before and now a whole town is? It’s enough to make a girl cry. I blink my eyes and force the tears away. Uncle Mercury won’t know what to do with himself if he sees me crying.

“You ready?” Indigo shouts as she stops next to me in a golfcart. Virginia, Leia, and Leia’s daughter, Isla, are with her.

I glance down at the letter. I want to read it before we go to today’s festival.

“Hurry up, Mercy,” Isla shouts. “Mom is being mean and says I can only stay out for a few hours.”

Leia sighs. “Your bedtime doesn’t disappear because there’s a festival in town.”

“Dad says it does.”

“Your father is a pushover,” Leia mumbles.

I shove the letter in my back pocket. I’ll read it when I’m alone. Now is the moment to spend time with my friends. The friends who have gotten me through the past month while Gibson’s been away.

I sit on the back of the golfcart. “I’m ready.”

“You can read Gibson’s letter while I drive us,” Indigo suggests.

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