Hate is such a strong word. I can't say I've ever used it in any of my stories. It's just a sentiment I avoid. But this virus, this is different. I do hate it. I hate the suffering it is causing, the uncertainty, the loss of life. I will be so happy when things go back to normal.
I wanted to post a message to coincide with my new story, Mail Order Sarah. Sarah travels a great distance in the hopes she can find her sister, her only sister, and one she's not 100% sure even exists. The one clue that sends her to Texas... Her sister, Abigail's, penchant for putting a symbol in the margins of letters, a small heart within a larger heart. I hope my small heart of a story helps make your heart feel larger during this trying time.