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What do you do when your husband dies unexpectedly?
You write him a letter, of course.
What do you do when someone answers that letter?
Dani was mid-thirties when she found herself alone and without her soulmate.
Coming to terms with her loss took all her strength and her voice.
If Dani thought she’d experienced the worst life could throw at her, she was wrong.
Lies, deceit, confusion surround her.
A stranger, a builder, and a priest, comfort her.
Letters to Lincoln is a contemporary romance about overcoming loss, finding the strength to rebuild a life, and learning to forgive.
For readers over the age of 18.
Letters To Lincoln is hard to put in a category. It is a wonderful and emotional story that is part contemporary romance, part women’s fiction, part mystery.
Dani wakes up in the hospital broken arm, stitches everywhere, her husband dead, herself no longer pregnant. Along with grief, she feels guilt because she had been the one who wanted to go for that drive.
“The tears that flowed were my soul leaving my body. I watched it. I watched my soul climb on that bed and curl into Trey’s side. I watched its arm reach over and cradle my baby. I died inside that day. The sobs that left my mouth were the last sounds my lungs, my voice box, would produce.”
To try to express some of her grief and guilt, Dani writes a letter addressed to her husband, but a stranger discovers her letter and replies. Dani finds out more than she bargained for about herself and her past.
“I was taking a walk up the lane to the honesty box. I paused halfway. Honesty Box. What I wrote, what Lincoln wrote, was about the most honest we’d been, I believed.”
There were so many twists and turns in this story that at times I felt like I had whiplash! But there was so much satisfaction when I finally began to discover some answers to the myriad of mysteries that popped up throughout the book.
This was my first book by Tracie Podger. I loved her writing and was kept enthralled and entertained right to the wonderful conclusion. I loved how I was kept turning pages always wanting more than the little tidbits of information that the author was giving me.
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I heard noises: beeping, whispered voices. It was the clinical smell assaulting my nose that had me realise I wasn’t at home. I tried to open my eyes, but the light, such a bright light above me, burned my retinas. My body ached, my arm felt heavy as if weighed down.
I drifted back into sleep.
“Dani, can you hear me?”
“Dani, we need you to open your eyes, honey.”
I felt a hand on my shoulder, it gently squeezed. Why couldn’t they leave me be? Did they not understand? The minute I opened my eyes, the minute I heard their words, I’d have to remember. I didn’t want to remember.
“Baby girl, it’s time to wake up now.” Not even my dad’s voice could chase the fear of waking up away.
The hand squeezed and eventually, fingertips pried one eyelid open. I moved my head away; it was an invasion. An assault on my desired numbness. I had no choice. I opened my eyes, squinting against the harsh lights above me and turned my head.
My dad sat on a chair beside me. He leant forwards, reached out, and smoothed the hair from my forehead. I winced at the sting as his fingers brushed over the stitches.
“Hey,” he said, gently.
A nurse stood beside him, busying herself with a clipboard and notes. She looked up and smiled softly at me. I didn’t return the smile.
I looked down at the arm that felt heavy and saw the white plaster cast, stretching from hand to elbow. Using my other hand, I placed it on my stomach. I knew.