At 67, I Took My First Trip to Malta and Chose to Say “Yes” to Everything – I Never Imagined I’d Find Love Again

knew your name.”

“I’ve been here several times.”

“How many?”

“Seven.”

My throat tightened.

“Why?”

He reached inside his jacket.

I stepped back again.

“It’s only an envelope.”

He placed it on the table instead of handing it to me.

My name was written across the front.

Not in David’s handwriting.

In Michael’s.

I knew every curve.

Every impatient stroke.

He always made continue reading …