Praise for
The Last Letter
“Yarros’s novel is a deeply felt and emotionally nuanced contemporary romance…”
—Kirkus Reviews, starred review
“Thanks to Yarros’s beautiful, immersive writing, readers will feel every deep heartbreak and each moment of uplifting love in this tearjerker romance.”
—Publishers Weekly, starred review
“The Last Letter is a haunting, heartbreaking and ultimately inspirational love story.”
—InTouch Weekly
“I cannot imagine a world without this story.”
—Hypable
“A stunning, emotional romance. Put The Last Letter at the top of your to-read list!”
—Jill Shalvis, NYT bestselling author
“This story gripped me from start to finish. The Last Letter is poignant, heartfelt and utterly consuming. I loved it!”
—Mia Sheridan, NYT bestselling author
“The Last Letter is so much more than a romance. It’s a testament to the strength of bonds forged from trauma and loyalty. It’s an exploration of motherhood and the importance of family. But above all, it’s a story of survival, forgiveness, and the healing power of unconditional love.”
—Helena Hunting, NYT bestselling author
Praise for
Great and precious Things
“A moving story that is sure to please.”
—Publishers Weekly
“A poignant and skillfully crafted second-chance romance.”
—Kirkus Reviews
“Without a doubt, Great and Precious Things is Yarros’s best work to date.”
—USA Today bestselling author Adriana Locke
“A heart-wrenching, sincere, and beautifully emotional story…. Our hearts broke and soared in equal measure.”
—Totally Booked blog
“As perfectly, devastatingly beautiful and haunting as all her other stories. Bring tissues.”
—Readers Retreat blog
Table of Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Wishing for a Cowboy, by Victoria James
Forever Starts Now, by Stefanie London
Follow Me Darkly, by Helen Hardt
Montana Mavericks, by Rebecca Zanetti
Back in the Burbs, by Avery Flynn
The Rebound Surprise, by Laurel Cremant
A Lot Like Love, by Jennifer Snow
The Sweetheart Deal, by Miranda Liasson
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2021 by Rebecca Yarros. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.
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ISBN 978-1-68281-566-3
Ebook ISBN 978-1-68281-588-5
Manufactured in the United States of America
First Edition February 2021
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Also by Rebecca Yarros
Great and Precious Things
The Last Letter
The Flight and Glory Series
Full Measures
Eyes Turned Skyward
Beyond What Is Given
Hallowed Ground
The Reality of Everything
The Renegades
Wilder
Nova
Rebel
To Jason—
For the days the shrapnel works
its way to the surface and reminds us
that after five deployments
and twenty-two years in uniform,
we’re the lucky ones, my love.
We are the lightning strike.
Chapter One
Georgia
My dearest Jameson,
This is not our end. My heart will always remain with you no matter where we are. Time and distance are only inconveniences to a love like ours. Whether it’s days, months, or even years, I will be waiting. We will be waiting. You’ll find me where the creek bends around the swaying aspen trees, just as we both dreamed, waiting with the one we love. It’s killing me to leave you, but I’ll do it for you. I’ll keep us safe. I will wait for you every second, every hour, every day for the rest of my life, and if that’s not enough, then eternity, which is exactly how long I’ll love you, Jameson.
Come back to me, my love.
Scarlett
Georgia Ellsworth. I brushed my thumb over my credit card, wishing I could wipe hard enough to erase the letters. Six years of marriage, and the only thing I’d walked away with was a name that wasn’t even mine.
In a few minutes, I wouldn’t have that, either.
“Number ninety-eight?” Juliet Sinclair called out from behind the plexiglass window of her booth, like I wasn’t the only person at the Poplar Grove DMV and hadn’t been for the last hour. I’d flown into Denver this morning, driven into the afternoon, and hadn’t even been to my home yet—that’s how desperate I was to rid myself of the last pieces of Damian in my life.
Hopefully, losing his name would make losing him and six years of my life hurt just a little less.
“Right here.” I put my credit card away and walked up to her window.
“Where’s your number?” she asked, holding out her hand and wearing a satisfied smirk that hadn’t changed much since high school.
“I’m the only one here, Juliet.” Exhaustion beat at every nerve in my body. If I could just get through this, I could curl up in that big armchair in Gran’s office and ignore the world for the rest of my life.
“Policy says—”
“Oh, stop it, Juliet.” Sophie rolled her eyes as she walked into Juliet’s booth. “I’ve got Georgia’s paperwork, anyway. Go take a break or something.”
“Fine.” Juliet pushed away from the counter, vacating her seat for Sophie, who had graduated the year before us. “Nice to see you, Georgia.” She flashed a saccharine-sweet smile in my direction.
“You too.” I offered her the practiced smile that had served as
