Daisies Never Die — Judy Lawn

“My darling Edith…” Averil read the impassioned words in disbelief and astonishment. A love letter, here among her spinster aunt's possessions? What could it mean? When Averil Matthews arrives to sort out her deceased aunt's estate, she expects to find a neat bundle of papers in a drawer somewhere suitable to her aunt's unassuming life. Instead, she finds a passionate love letter. A letter worn by years of reading and re-reading…