I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but travelling from Croatia to Chicago and back again is hard work. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed, and please keep it up. Thanks
Abby walked into her apartment, dropping her bag and keys the moment she got through the door. Her mail was in her left hand almost falling from her grip. She'd just pulled a double shift and figured she had just enough energy to crawl to her bed. The light on her answer machine was blinking, but she ignored it, heading straight to her bed.
She threw the mail on her covers and began to get undressed, pulling off her scrubs top and shoving it in her laundry basket. Abby dragged on her pyjamas and crawled under her duvet. She picked up the letters, about to dump them on her bedside table and deal with them tomorrow, when she noticed a foreign postmark on one of the envelopes. Abby pulled it to the front of the pile and felt her stomach flip as she recognised the handwriting on the front.
Luka. This was the first she'd heard from him in three months. Her hands trembled as she ripped open the letter, the discarded bills and junk mail falling to the floor. She was anxious to know how he was. The first few lines were about his new job and house, but when he started talking about his family, she concentrated even harder.
My family all live in around the town. Dmitri, my brother, works at the same hospital, but he's in surgery, and Emma his wife teaches English at the local school. She figures I shouldn't be single, and keeps trying to set me up with her friends, but I've managed to put it off every time.I miss you and everyone at home. It's totally different over here. The way of life's slower. I kind of like it.
I've been to their graves. It was hard to be there, and to see the places I hadn't seen since they were alive. I told them about you. It think Jasna likes you. Just as I mentioned your name, the sun came out from behind a cloud. I took it as a good sign.
Abby smiled as she read that, skimming down the last part of the letter. It was the typical, all the best, see you soon kind of ending. But who was he kidding he wouldn't see her soon. She doubted if she'd see him for a while, if ever.
With that depressing thought in her head, she put the letter on her bedside table and turned off the light, scooting under her covers. A shaft of light from a street lamp shone through her window, illuminating the letter and the photo frame next to it, containing the photo Luka had given her when he'd left.
