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Some letters are meant to be read. Others were never meant to be found.

Years after walking away from her first love, Emily Carter returns to her late grandmother's attic, only to discover a box tucked beneath old blankets — a box filled with handwritten letters addressed to her… but never sent. The signature? Daniel Whitaker, the boy she once loved and the man who vanished without goodbye.

Each letter pulls her deeper into a world she thought she had left behind — a bittersweet romance, unfinished and unresolved. Through Daniel's words, Emily begins to unravel emotional secrets, painful regrets, and the truth behind the silence that tore them apart. What she finds will challenge everything she thought she knew about their past — and herself.

From missed chances and unspoken feelings to the haunting question of "what might have been", Letters I Never Sent is a poignant love story about the memories we carry, the words we never say, and the courage it takes to forgive — and maybe, love again.

Set in a quiet town brimming with nostalgia and shadows of youth, this deeply moving fiction captures the ache of lost love, the intimacy of found letters, and the fragile hope of second chances. Perfect for readers of Jojo Moyes, Nicholas Sparks, and Taylor Jenkins Reid, this is a tale of tender moments, romantic suspense, and a woman's journey through bittersweet reflection toward an ending she never expected.

Because sometimes the past isn't finished with us — even when we think we've moved on.