Katie Wilkinson has found her perfect man at last. He's everything she imagined she wanted in a partner. But one day, without explanation, he disappears from her life, leaving behind only a diary for her to read.
This diary is a love letter written by a new mother named Suzanne for her baby son, Nicholas. As Katie reads this touching document, it becomes clear that the lover who has just left her is the husband and father in this young family. She reads on, filled with terror and hope, as she struggles to understand what has happened - and whether her new love has a prayer of surviving.
Release date:
April 1, 2002
Publisher:
Little, Brown and Company
Print pages:
272
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ON THE morning of the nineteenth, Katie had felt drawn to the Hudson River, and then to the Circle Line, the boat ride around Manhattan
Island that she and Matt had first taken as a total goof but had enjoyed so much that they kept coming back.
She boarded the first boat of the day. She was feeling sad, but also angry. Oh, God, she didn’t know what she was feeling.
The early boat wasn’t too crowded with tourists. She took a seat near the rail of the upper deck and watched New York from
the unique vantage point of the brooding waterways surrounding it.
A few people noticed her sitting there alone— especially the men.
Katie usually stood out in a crowd. She was tall— almost six feet, with warm, friendly blue eyes. She had always thought of
herself as gawky and felt that people were staring at her for all the wrong reasons. Her friends begged to differ; they said
she was close to breathtaking, stunning in her strength. Katie always responded, “Uh-huh, sure, don’t I wish.” She didn’t
see herself that way and knew she never would. She was an ordinary, regular person. A North Carolina farm girl at heart.
She often wore her brunette hair in a long braid, and had since she was eight years old. It used to look tomboyish, but now
it was supposed to be big-city cool. She guessed she’d finally caught up with the times. The only makeup she ever wore was
a little mascara and sometimes lipstick. Today she wore neither. She definitely didn’t look breathtaking.
Sitting there on the top deck, she remembered a favorite line from the movie The African Queen: “Head up, chin out, hair blowing in the wind, the living picture of the hero-eyne,” Bogart had teased Hepburn. It cheered
her a bit—a titch, as her mother liked to say back home in Asheboro.
She had been crying for hours, and her eyes were puffy. The night before, the man she had loved suddenly and inexplicably
ended their relationship. She’d been completely sucker punched. She hadn’t seen it coming. It almost didn’t seem possible
that Matt had left her.
. . .
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