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Emails from Heaven
Emails from Heaven
Emails from Heaven
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Emails from Heaven

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She wants a divorce for Valentine's Day. He wants his wife... 

Anthony Campari has never given his wife Talia what she wanted for Valentine’s Day, but this year he’d change that ritual. He’d give her what she wants, a divorce. But in spite of what she believes, it isn’t what Anthony wants. Yet he can’t fathom how to change her mind and knows that it’d taken nothing short of…a miracle. 

Please note that this is a short story (30-45 pages). It can be read in thirty minutes. Please don't purchase if you are wanting a full-length novel. I hope you’ll enjoy it and that you’ll also check out some of my full-length novels. 

Blessings always, 
Renee 

LanguageEnglish
PublisherRenee Andrews
Release dateJul 7, 2015
ISBN9781513078885
Emails from Heaven
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Renee Andrews

Renee Andrews spends a lot of time in the gym. No, she isn't working out. Her husband, a former All-American gymnast, coaches gymnastics. Renee is a kidney donor and actively supports organ donation. When she isn't writing, she enjoys traveling with her husband and bragging on their sons, daughters-in-law and grandchildren. For more info on her books or on living donors, visit her website at www.reneeandrews.com.  

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    Emails from Heaven - Renee Andrews

    Table of Contents

    Part One - Anthony

    Part Two - Talia

    Part Three – Anthony...and Talia

    Part One - Anthony

    Anthony Campari stared at the signature line on the last page of his divorce papers. Writing his name would effectively negate what should have been the most important part of the past six years, or the past eight years if you counted the time that he and Talia dated. But it wasn’t the most important part of his life, a fact that Talia had reiterated time and time again, particularly over the last four years, since the birth of their daughter, Gia.

    A skillfully arranged collection of photos adorning one wall of his office drew his attention away from the papers in his hand and proclaimed what had been the most important aspect of his life, not only in the past eight years, but since he was old enough to talk. The black and white images depicted the growth and success of Campari’s over the past sixty years. The tiny restaurant started by his grandfather still thrived as the ultimate Italian fine dining experience in Atlanta, thanks to much nurturing by three generations. As the sole Campari of his generation, Anthony had to put everything into the business, so that he too could pass the legacy on. And Gia would inherit one of the most notable restaurants in the Southeast, if not the entire U.S.

    He pulled his attention from the photos to that signature line. A year ago, he’d have thought he and Talia would have another child, perhaps a son that would carry on the Campari name. Then the newest Campari and Gia could work together to keep the business going, to continue the family’s success. Signing this paper would eliminate any chance of another child, at least with Talia. And at thirty-five, Anthony didn’t want to start over. Plus, he still loved his wife and suspected he always would. Why couldn’t she understand, a business simply doesn’t run itself?

    He picked up his pen, took a ragged breath and then moved it toward that straight black line, but a sharp knock on his office door halted his progress. His staff knew the meaning of the closed door. Only emergencies—extreme emergencies—warranted an interruption. He didn’t have time for emergencies today, two days before Valentine’s Day, Campari’s busiest time of the year.

    Annoyed, he put the pen down. Yes?

    The door creaked opened, and his head waiter slowly entered. Carlo Moretti had only worked for Anthony two years, but he’d out-performed every previous head waiter that’d been employed at Campari’s. Efficient, meticulous and diligent, Carlo radiated the three qualities Anthony demanded from the top guy on the floor.

    Thus, Carlo would never knock on that closed door if not for an emergency.

    Anthony’s

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