Chapter 59
Baltimore, Maryland - November 1874
The Candlelight flickered across the library walls, casting dancing shadows that mirrored Gabrielle's swirling thoughts. She dipped her pen repeatedly, only to let the ink dry unused as the right words remained elusive.
"Miss Laurent?" Natalia's soft voice came from outside the closed door.
"Yes, Natalia?"
"Is there anything you need before I turn in for the night?"
"No, thank you, Natalia," Gabrielle said with a grateful smile.
Natalia's quiet footsteps retreated down the hallway. Gabrielle glanced at the few letters from her sister, a smile gracing her lips. Teresa seemed happy and adjusted to school life away from the city, but Gabrielle missed her dearly. She'd written back, mentioning Mr. Galveston's help and her hope to wrap things up by year's end.
Buck's letter, however, remained a daunting task. Silence stretched between them, gnawing at her. He'd confessed his love, yet here she was, the one who left. A frown creased her brow as she took a deep breath and dipped the pen once more.
My dearest Buck,
I trust this letter finds you well. Violette's letters mentioned her riding lessons and how much she's enjoying Butte Meadows. You have introduced her to a world I never could and I'm incredibly grateful she could spend time with you.
As for things here, I should finalize everything by the new year. However, there's a bigger question looming - what do I truly want from life?
She paused, rolling her eyes at herself. Pouring her heart out on paper felt inauthentic. Certainties had emerged during these weeks at home: selling her share of the family business and wanting a future with Buck. Tapping the pen on the desk, she willed the right words to flow.
I hope and pray that you afford me patience. I look forward fondly, to seeing you again.
Sincerely, Gabrielle