Winter in Kentbury (Kentbury Tales #6)

Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Holden,

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for the cash infusion you gave the shop. You didn’t have to do all this, especially adding that brand-new kitchen to the apartment upstairs.

Yes, I know, you’re my partner and also, I’ve complained endlessly about living off frozen dinners. I get that technically the apartment is part of the flower shop, which makes it yours too—but this was a lot. You went above and beyond, and I hope you know how much I appreciate it, how much it’s meant to me.

With all the changes, the shop feels like it’s come alive again. The renovations have done wonders. The space is brighter, the new counters and display cases make the arrangements look even better, and there’s a warmth here now that’s hard to describe.

And the website.

Ever since the new site launched, I’ve been getting inquiries from brides all over New England. I’m officially hiring someone to help with the orders now, which feels surreal—like the dreams I’ve had for this shop are finally taking root and growing into something real. It’s everything I hoped for, and more than I thought was possible.

But enough about me—I want to know how you are. Are you doing okay? How is therapy going? I know you said it’s hard, and I can’t imagine what it’s like, but I’m proud of you. It’s brave to confront everything head-on, to let go of what’s been weighing you down.

You’re fighting for yourself, Holden, and it’s inspiring. Knowing you’re working toward a healthier place has given me the push I needed to work on myself, too. I’ve started therapy again, to face my own issues and the walls I’ve built around myself. If you’re working toward a goal, then I want to work toward one too—something better, something lasting.

Thank you for being here for me, for this shop, for everything. I can’t tell you how much it means to know you’re still part of my life, even from afar. I know I’ve said it before, but it’s true—I’ll never be able to thank you enough.

Take care of yourself, Holden. Let me know how you’re really doing.

Yours,

Jenna