Sophie was late for work—again. She dashed into her favorite café for a quick coffee when a yellowed envelope caught her eye. It was wedged between the sugar packets, fragile and forgotten. Curiosity got the best of her.
The handwriting was elegant, dated June 12, 1973.
"My Dearest Eleanor, if fate were kind, this letter would reach you. But perhaps it's best it never does, for my love remains, even if we are never meant to be."
Sophie’s heart clenched. Who was Eleanor? Who had loved her so much yet never sent this letter?
The café owner, Mr. Harrington, recognized the name. "Eleanor used to come here every day," he said softly. "She always waited for someone."
With the letter in hand, Sophie and a curious stranger, Daniel, pieced together a love story lost to time. The more they searched, the more they realized how cruel fate had been. And yet, in their shared journey, something new bloomed between them—a connection that made Sophie wonder: Was love ever truly lost, or did it find a way back through time?