Chapter 53When she left San Francisco, she turned her back on Matthew with no intention of seeing him again. Now that her thoughts weren't being consumed by writing, the feeling, the hope, and the hurt she felt connected with him came rushing in. Closure for her hadn't happened, but now she would go her own way and meant to keep going.
She looked at the cup in her hand. It was empty and she hadn't remembered drinking the cold tea. Nearing total exhaustion, she sat again at the end of the dining table, staring out the gable until black began turning to powder blue.
After electronically sending the completed manuscript to her publisher, two days passed before a message came from DeBaer saying they accepted the story as written. She could go home.
An hour later, her cell phone rang.
“Rach
