New York, 1953
Dear Reader,
First of all I would like to express my sincere gratitude that you would take the time out of your busy schedule to read my story. I know how busy you youngster are these days. In this story I will tell you how I, a woman born in 1988, was transported through space and time to a small town called Armadillo in 1899. Now, Dear Reader, you might be forgiven thinking that this tale will be about how a woman from the future adjusts to such a rugged past. Although this assumption is, for a large part, correct. Hopefully, you will also read this story as one about a man who -when I first met him- stood on the edge of a precipice. But one push between him and a life full of violence, crime, even murder and in the same vein, just one pull removed from a life filled with laughter, love, and honor. This story therefore, is also about his journey from a cynical, bleak man who had lost all hope to the most loving husband a woman could ever wish for.
I can hear you think, Dear Reader, that if these rather extraordinary claims were to be true why do I only now come forward with this news? I hope that you'll understand that my late husband and I chose a quiet, simple life. Rather than one in which we would be in the center of attention. I feel that now, in the winter of my life, five years since my husband came to pass there is room for me to share this story. My husband deserves to have his legacy immortalised, even if it is through such unskilled penmanship as my own. If you experience even the smallest sliver of joy through ready this story, as I have felt while sharing my life with such a wonderful man, and if you will remember his name after finishing it, that will be enough for me.
Again, I can't thank you enough for reading. Because, when you have finished our story and think about it from time to time, our love will remain alive for many years to come.
Yours Truly,
Caterina Morgan