I have finished the sequel to Love Letters. I am now in the editing stage. Who knows when it will be ready to be published. It could be a while. But it is being worked on. But with school it may be a while. But hopefully soon it will be able to be published and everyone who has been asking for a sequel will finally be able to find out what happens.

Excerpt from sequel

I stood in my studio staring at the face I had painted after George died. I still loved Robert. When I saw him at Rebecca’s graduation I couldn’t believe it. I never expected to see him again. It was good to see him again, but I can’t see him ever again. Beka wants us to be together but I just can’t bare it. He is my past and I think it needs to stay that way. I’m glad he was a friend to Beka and he was able to help her, but seeing him again and us going out was out of the question. We have both changed since that summer and we have different lives now. He wouldn’t want me. Then I wondered what he would say if he knew that Beka was his daughter. How would he react to that? Would he be happy? Would he be upset? I thought about these kinds of questions for a long time, but then quickly put the thoughts out of my head. I couldn’t tell him about Beka. I just couldn’t. Robert would never know that Rebecca was his daughter. I continued to look at the painting that I had done. I was definitely still in love him. I pictured him smiling at me. I had always loved his smile. The way his eyes sparkled when he smiled. I could remember sitting under the large oak tree lying in his lap, listening to him read Shakespeare. I loved the sound of his voice. He had such a soft pleasant voice that could have put me to sleep. Why hadn’t I tired to contact him? I loved him. I know if I had, he would have come to me. We would probably still have gotten married. I guess I didn’t because I knew my father didn’t want us together and I didn’t want to go against him. He had my best at heart and only wanted me happy, but for so long I thought I could only be happy if Robert was in my life. I had been happy without Robert in life, but now I was unhappy again. Why did George have to die? Why was I doing this? Why was I thinking like this? Did I really still love Robert? I began to wonder if Robert still loved me. If he would go out with me again like Rebecca said he would. Did he want to see me again? Would he call again after I was so mean to him?