{"id":737,"date":"2019-01-30T16:16:07","date_gmt":"2019-01-30T19:16:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.twobooksinashelf.com\/?p=737"},"modified":"2019-01-30T16:16:07","modified_gmt":"2019-01-30T19:16:07","slug":"excerpt-the-last-letter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.twobooksinashelf.com\/index.php\/excerpt-the-last-letter\/","title":{"rendered":"Excerpt – The Last Letter"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Para os f\u00e3s de Nicholas Sparks e Jodi Picoult… Um soldado se apaixona pela irm\u00e3 do seu companheiro de batalha, atrav\u00e9s de suas cartas, e retorna do Afeganist\u00e3o para casa com um segredo que pode destruir seu fr\u00e1gil relacionamento. N\u00e3o perca The Last Letter, da autora Rebecca Yarros!<\/h3>\n<\/td>\n

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For fans of Nicholas Sparks and Jodi Picoult… A soldier falls in love with his battle buddy\u2019s sister through their letters and returns home from Afghanistan with a secret that could destroy their fragile relationship. Don\u2019t miss THE LAST LETTER by Rebecca Yarros!<\/strong><\/h3>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Beckett,<\/p>\n

Se voc\u00ea est\u00e1 lendo esta carta, ent\u00e3o, voc\u00ea sabe como funciona a “\u00faltima-carta”. Voc\u00ea sobreviveu. Eu n\u00e3o. Saia do “trem da culpa”, porque eu n\u00e3o que se tivesse alguma chance que voc\u00ea poderia ter me salvado, voc\u00ea teria.<\/p>\n

Eu preciso de uma coisa de voc\u00ea: Saia do ex\u00e9rcito e v\u00e1 para Telluride.<\/p>\n

Minha irm\u00e3 mais nova, Ella, est\u00e1 criando g\u00eameos sozinha. Ele \u00e9 muito independente e n\u00e3o aceita ajuda facilmente, mas ela perdeu nossa av\u00f3, nossos pais, e agora eu. \u00c9 muito para qualquer um aguentar. N\u00e3o \u00e9 justo.<\/p>\n

Mas tem mais: tem alguma coisa que voc\u00ea n\u00e3o sabe que est\u00e1 destruindo a fam\u00edlia dela. Ela vai precisar de ajuda.<\/p>\n

Se eu me fui, isso signifca que eu n\u00e3o posso estar presente para Ella. Eu n\u00e3o posso ajud\u00e1-la a passar por isso. Mas voc\u00ea pode. Ent\u00e3o eu estou implorando, que como meu melhor amigo, voc\u00ea v\u00e1 tomar conta da minha irm\u00e3, da minha fam\u00edlia.<\/p>\n

Por favor, n\u00e3o a fa\u00e7a passar por isso sozinha.<\/p>\n

Ryan<\/td>\n

Beckett,<\/p>\n

If you\u2019re reading this, well, you know the \u201clast-letter\u201d drill. You made it. I didn\u2019t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there were any chance you could have saved me, you would have.<\/p>\n

I need one thing from you: Get out of the army and get to Telluride.<\/p>\n

My little sister Ella\u2019s raising the twins alone. She\u2019s too independent and won\u2019t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It\u2019s too much for anyone to endure. It\u2019s not fair.<\/p>\n

And here\u2019s the kicker: there\u2019s something else you don\u2019t know that\u2019s tearing her family apart. She\u2019s going to need help.<\/p>\n

So if I\u2019m gone, that means I can\u2019t be there for Ella. I can\u2019t help them through this. But you can. So I\u2019m begging you, as my best friend, go take care of my sister, my family.<\/p>\n

Please don\u2019t make her go through it alone.<\/p>\n

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Ryan<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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\u201cI\u2019m not going anywhere. You need anything, and it\u2019s yours. You need help? You\u2019ve got it.\u201d<\/p>\n

She let loose a mocking laugh as she descended the steps.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want or need you here, Mr.\u2026\u201d She opened the door to her SUV and pulled out a paper. \u201cMr. Gentry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBeckett,\u201d I answered, desperate to hear her say it. My real name.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, Mr. Gentry. Enjoy your vacation and then head home, because like I said, I\u2019m not in need of a babysitter or anyone\u2019s charity. I\u2019ve been taking care of myself since Ryan ran off and joined the army after our parents died.\u201d<\/p>\n

I wanted to grab her, to hold her against my chest and block anything that wanted to harm her. My hands ached to sweep down the line of her back, to take away any of her suffering that she\u2019d let me. I\u2019d known this would be hard, but seeing her wasn\u2019t anything I could have prepared myself for.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter if you want me, because I\u2019m not here on your wishes. I\u2019m here on Mac\u2019s. This is all he asked of me, so unless you\u2019re going to kick me off your property, I\u2019m going to keep the promise I made.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes narrowed. \u201cOkay. Anything I need?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen Ryan died\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

No. Anything but this.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014he was on an op, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

Could she see the blood drain from my face? Because I sure as hell felt it. I heard the rotors. Saw the blood. Reached for his hand as it limply fell off the stretcher.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. It\u2019s classified.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her hand gripped the open doorframe.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo I\u2019ve heard. I need\u2026\u201d She sighed, looking everywhere but at me for a second before straightening her shoulders and meeting my eyes. \u201cI need to know what happened to Chaos. Was he there? When Ryan died? You were in the same unit, right?\u201d Her throat moved as she swallowed, and her eyes took on a desperate plea.<\/p>\n

Damn it. <\/em>She deserved to know everything. That I wasn\u2019t the man I wanted to be, that she needed. That I was the piece of shit who made it back with a beating heart while her brother came home draped in a flag. I needed her to know that I\u2019d chosen to stop answering her letters because I knew that the only thing I could bring her in this life would be more pain.<\/p>\n

I needed her to know that it was only Ryan\u2019s letter that got me here, and the knowledge that it was the least I could do for my best friend. That I never meant to hurt her, never had the intention of smashing into her life like the wrecking ball I was\u2014not when she lived under such breakable glass.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell? Was he?\u201d<\/p>\n

But what I needed didn\u2019t matter.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve never been able to give second chances when it comes to hurting the people I love.<\/em> Letter number six.<\/p>\n

If I told her those things, she\u2019d shut me out, and I would fail Mac for a second time. I could tell myself that it was her choice, but really, it would be mine. I was the guy people looked for an excuse to get rid of, and truth was a gift-wrapped reason to kick me to the curb. There were two distinct paths ahead of me: the first, where I told her who I was and what had happened, and she promptly walked out of my life, and the second\u2026where I did everything I could to help her, no matter what the cost.<\/p>\n

Path number two it is.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cHe was there,\u201d I answered honestly.<\/p>\n

Her lower lip trembled, and she bit onto it, like any sign of weakness had to be quashed. \u201cAnd? What happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s classified.\u201d I was a bastard, but an honest one.<\/p>\n

\u201cClassified. You\u2019re all the same, you know that? Loyal as anything to one another and nothing left for anyone else. Just tell me if he\u2019s dead. I deserve to know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKnowing what happened to Mac\u2026to Chaos\u2026none of that would do you any good. It would hurt a hell of a lot more than it already does. Trust me.\u201d<\/p>\n

She scoffed, shaking her head as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. When she looked back up, the fake smile was in place, and those blue eyes had gone glacial.<\/p>\n

\u201cWelcome to Telluride, Mr. Gentry. I hope you enjoy your stay.\u201d<\/p>\n

She climbed into the SUV and slammed the door, throwing the vehicle into reverse to get out of the drive.<\/p>\n

I watched until she disappeared into the thick forest of trees.<\/p>\n

Havoc brushed against my leg. I looked down at her, and she stared back up at me, no doubt knowing that I was an imbecile for what I\u2019d just let happen.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, that didn\u2019t go so well.\u201d I looked up at the cloudless Colorado sky. \u201cWe did a number on her, Mac. So if you\u2019ve got any pointers on how to win over your sister, I\u2019m all ears.\u201d<\/p>\n

I opened the tailgate of my truck and started to unload my stuff.<\/p>\n

It might be temporary, but I was here for as long as Ella would let me stay. Because somewhere between letter number one and letter number twenty-four, I\u2019d fallen in love with her. Fallen for her words, her strength, her insight and kindness, her grace under impossible circumstances, her love for her children, and her determination to stand on her own. I could list a thousand reasons that woman owned whatever heart I had.<\/p>\n

But none of them mattered because, even though she was the woman I loved, to her, I was just a stranger. An unwelcome one at that.<\/p>\n

Which was more than I deserved.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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\"\"About Rebecca Yarros:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and lover of all things chocolate, coffee, and Paleo. In addition to being a mom, military wife, and blogger, she can never choose between Young Adult and New Adult fiction, so she writes both. She’s a graduate of Troy University, where she studied European history and English, but still holds out hope for an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Her blog, The Only Girl Among Boys, has been voted the Top Military Mom Blog the last two years, and celebrates the complex issues surrounding the military life she adores. When she’s not writing, she’s tying on hockey skates for her kids, or sneaking in some guitar time. She is madly in love with her army-aviator husband of eleven years, and they’re currently stationed in Upstate NY with their gaggle of rambunctious kiddos and snoring English Bulldog, but she would always rather be home in Colorado.<\/p>\n

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