Chapter 57 - A Letter to the Future
Late that night, long after the guests had retired to their suites, I sat at the antique writing desk in our bedroom.
I pulled out a piece of thick, cream-colored estate stationery and picked up my gold fountain pen.
"Who are you writing to?"
Alexander asked, stepping out of the adjoining bathroom, drying his hair with a towel.
"Our great-grandchildren,"
I answered honestly, dipping the pen into the inkwell.
"They aren't even born yet,"
Alexander smiled, walking over and resting his hands on my shoulders.
"I know,"
I said, looking down at the blank paper.
"But I want them to have something real. When they inherit all of this, the money, the companies, the estate... I want them to know the story of the people who built it."
"Tell them we were relentless,"
Alexander murmured, kissing the curve of my neck.
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"I will tell them we were fiercely devoted,"
I corrected him softly, beginning to write the first elegant lines across the page.
