find that person, do not let them go. Tell them how you feel, and make sure that they know without a doubt that you love them. If you do that, if the two of you do that, you will make it through anything.
I love you with all of my heart, and I can't wait to see the kind of woman that you become.
Love,
Mother
To read her words made Bianca's world come together. She read them over and over again, each time trying to figure out what her mother's voice would have sounded like if she spoke those words aloud. She imagined her mother sitting in a rocking chair, smiling as she wrote those words. The woman envisioned a good life for her, and wanted so much for her daughter. The love that Samantha had for her came through in the words and embraced Bianca.
She could not believe that her father had held on to those letters all of that time. What was he planning on doing with them? When had he planned on giving them to her? They were obviously something that her mother wanted her to have, and he had kept them hidden from her. All this time, she had a piece of her mother right there in the house and she had not known.
Bianca decided that it was not worth it to confront her father on the issue. She had something more important to discuss with him. She wanted to talk about her feelings for Boyd. After reading her mother's letters, she knew that it was the right thing to do.
Bianca dressed and came down to breakfast. This was the morning that she would have to go to the sheriff's office and recount her story of the abduction.
She was ready to get it over with and move on with her life.
Lou descended the staircase. "Good morning, Sweetheart. I trust you slept well last night?"
"I did, Father. And thank you."
Lou nodded. "You are very welcome."
He held out his hand for hers, and escorted her to the dining room area. Miss Nolan prepared breakfast and had it on the table.
"Everything looks great. I am starving."
"I bet," Lou chuckled. He pulled out her chair, and waited for Bianca to have a seat.
Her mind was spinning, waiting for just the right moment to discuss Boyd with her father. Should she bring it up while he buttered his toast, or should she discuss it when he was finished eating and drinking his coffee?
"You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders."
"Not really. Well, I have something on my mind, but it is good. Nothing worrisome."
"Do tell."
Bianca took a deep breath. Somehow, she thought that it would help her confession to start out slow, but then she figured out that it was better to just blurt it out.
"I have fallen for someone and I thought that you should know."
Lou shook his head. "And who might this person be?"
"Boyd Abbott."
Lou grinned. "One of the U.S. Marshal boys?"
Bianca was slightly offended by the fact that her father seemed amused.
"Yes, Father." She looked him directly in the eye so that he would know that she was serious about the matter.
"How is it that you have feelings for someone that you have just met?"
"Love is like that, Father. It comes out of nowhere. And I believe that you have to grab it when it comes to you."
"You sound just like your mother."
"Really?"
"Yes, you do. Samantha was a hopeless romantic as well. Always dreaming, always thinking of being in love."
"Is that such a bad thing?"
Lou shook his head. "Living in such an imaginary world cannot be helpful. You won't be able to see people for who they really are."
Bianca absorbed her father's words. She understood where he was coming from, but did not agree.
"I respect your opinion, but we differ. Life is about love and about family. And it's about taking chances."
Lou wiped his face with his napkin, and threw his hands in the air. "Well now, I'm smart enough not to argue a point with a woman who has her mind made up. So let's say we agree to disagree, and move forward here."
Bianca knew that they were at an impasse, and decided not to push the issue any further. She'd said her peace and that
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