The Brave Little Love Letter: A Dear Henry, Love Edith Short Story

What? No. Kat had to be seeing things.

She raced out the front door and skidded onto the porch. “Brady, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be there. At a conference. In Colorado.” She pointed toward the blue house across the street, then realized Colorado would be in the direction of Ms. Appleblossom’s house to the left since that was more westward.

Ack! Why was she worrying about the direction of Colorado in relation to her tiny Illinois town when the real issue was Brady. Here. In his driveway. Dragging a duffel bag out of his SUV right as Mr. Walton, their mailman, ambled down the block with a bag full of mail. Mail that included a love letter Kat never would have written and mailed if she thought Brady was actually going to read it.