**Title: The Last Letter**
The rain drummed against the windowpane as Clara sifted through the dusty boxes in her grandmother's attic. She had come to sort out decades of memories, but what she found would rewrite her own.
Tucked inside a hollowed-out copy of *Wuthering Heights* was a bundle of letters tied with faded blue ribbon. The handwriting was unmistakable—her late grandfather's bold, looping script. But the first line sent a jolt through her: *"My dearest Eleanor, if you're reading this, I've failed to find the courage to tell you the truth in person..."*
Eleanor was her grandmother's name.
Clara's hands trembled as she read about a love that had begun in 1943. Young soldier Thomas (her grandfather) had been stationed in London when he met Eleanor, a fiery nurse volunte
