The Day She Came Looking: A Sweet Small-Town Christian Romance (Letters to the Wrong Address)
About
She recognized the handwriting on the envelope. Every letter. Every stroke. The small foot on the J, the crossed seven, the forward slant she had spent fifteen years perfecting.
The problem was, she didn’t write it
When Portland calligrapher Maren Sutherland finds a wedding RSVP in her mailbox addressed in her own hand — for a bride she has never met, in a Texas town she has never visited — she does the only thing that makes sense. She gets on a plane.
What she finds in Holloway Springs is a 117-year-old letterpress shop on the corner of Pecan and Main, a town that feeds strangers by sundown, and a quiet printer named Theo Ashby whose grandmother taught him the same hand from the same self-published copybook Maren’s grandmother wrote in 1970. Three hundred copies were printed. Eight were given away with a prayer. Two of them ended up on two shelves in two states, fifty-five years apart.
The shop is failing. The lease runs out in December. Maren has a business in Portland, an assistant who eats apples on speakerphone, and a mother who has been asking her if she is praying for eleven months straight.
She stays anyway.
Because the Lord does not put an envelope in your mailbox by accident. And He does not send a woman fifteen hundred miles to read a prayer her grandmother wrote before either of them was born just to watch it go unanswered.
The Day She Came Looking is the second novel in the Letters to the Wrong Address series — a standalone Christian contemporary romance about two calligraphers, one small town, and a God who has been writing the story longer than anyone has been reading it.