Bergren @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } 17He left without a good-bye, as she suspected he would, with nothing but a note and a wrapped package outside her door.2 June 1883Odessa,Forgive me for departing in silence. I hope you know that if there was a choice, I would make it. Please accept this gift from me. I have always thought of you as a fine clipper, just waiting for the right wind. Keep your bearing, Sweetheart. The trade winds are just ahead of you.-BryceOdessa's eyes went over the words again. There was no declaration, no promise of return. It was simply a last word of hope for her, a good-bye, achingly short. But her eyes went back to one word: Sweetheart. A man, especially a man such as Bryce, did not place such a word within his text without forethought.With a sigh she reached for the package, covered by brown paper and a loosely tied string. She climbed back into bed and untied it and slowly set the package on the side table. Then she ran her fingers beneath the flap of paper, feeling canvas and hardened paint beneath her fingertips.
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