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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.


Copyright © 2005 by Nicholas Sparks

All rights reserved.


Warner Books

Hachette Book Group, USA

237 Park Avenue, New York, NY 10017

Visit our Web site at www.hachettebookgroupusa.com.


ISBN: 978-0-7595-1438-6

First eBook Edition: October 2005

Contents

Acknowledgments

Prologue

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Epilogue

Also by Nicholas Sparks

The Notebook

Message in a Bottle

A Walk to Remember

The Rescue

A Bend in the Road

Nights in Rodanthe

The Guardian

The Wedding

Three Weeks with My Brother (with Micah Sparks)

True Believer

This novel is dedicated to

Miles, Ryan, Landon, Lexie,

and Savannah

a cognizant original release september 29 2010

Acknowledgments

For this novel in particular, I have to thank my wife, Cathy. Not only was she the inspiration for Lexie’s character, but she showed amazing patience while I was writing the novel. I wake every day knowing that I’m lucky to have married her.

My kids—Miles, Ryan, Landon, Lexie, and Savannah—who never let me forget that even though I’m an author, I’m first and foremost a father.

Theresa Park, my agent, deserves my thanks for letting me bend her ear whenever the mood strikes. But more than that, she always knows exactly what to say when the going gets tough. I’m fortunate to work with her.

Jamie Raab, my editor, has once again earned my undying gratitude. She’s not only insightful, but charming, and I couldn’t have written this book without her.

Larry Kirshbaum, the illustrious head of Time Warner Book Group, is heading to different pastures, but I can’t let him leave without a final word of praise. I know it was a tough decision, but I’m sure you know what’s best for you. It’s been my honor and privilege to work with you, and I’d like to wish you the best of luck in whatever future awaits.

Maureen Egen, another “biggie” at Time Warner Book Group, has always been a delight. She’s as sharp as they come, and I’ve loved every minute we’ve spent together.

Denise Di Novi, my patron saint in the world of Hollywood, is, and always has been, a blessing in my life.

Howie Sanders and Dave Park, my agents at UTA, always look out for me, and I’m thankful to work with them.

Jennifer Romanello and Edna Farley, my publicists, are both fabulous and gifted. They are treasures, and it’s because of them that I’m still able to get out and meet my readers.

Lynn Harris and Mark Johnson, responsible for The Notebook, are, and always will be, my friends.

Scott Schwimer, my attorney, has not only a kind heart, but an extraordinary ability to make sure every contract is just as it should be.

Flag, who does my covers; Harvey-Jane Kowal, who handles some of the editing; and Shannon O’Keefe, Sharon Krassney, and Julie Barer also deserve my gratitude.

I’d like to thank a few more people. First, Dr. Rob Patterson, who talked to me about amniotic band syndrome. If I got anything right, it’s because of him; attribute all errors to me. And to Todd Edwards, who salvaged this novel from the hard drive when my computer crashed, all I can say is that I’m grateful that he was around.

Finally, I’d like to thank Dave Simpson, Philemon Gray, Slade Trabucco, and the track athletes at New Bern High School and TRACK EC (the Junior Olympic program) whom I’ve had the pleasure to meet and coach. Thanks for giving me your best.

Prologue

February 2005

Is love at first sight truly possible?

Sitting in his living room, he turned the question over in his mind for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Outside, the winter sun had long since set. A grayish sheen of fog was visible through the window, and aside from the gentle tap of a branch against the glass, all was quiet. Yet he wasn’t alone, and he pulled

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