“No.”
“Not yet.”
She nods slightly.
“Good.”
That makes me glance at her.
“Why’s that?”
A small smile touches her lips.
“Because that means it’s going to be interesting.”
Yeah.
That’s one word for it.
My gaze shifts back to Clay.
Then to Hannah.
Still not looking at each other.
Still fully aware.
Still—
Yeah.
This isn’t over.
Not even close.
And something tells me—
Their story?
It’s going to be one hell of a ride.
Epilogue
Russ & Olivia
The late afternoon sun spills across the yard, warm and golden, like the world finally decided to be gentle for once.
I lean against the porch railing, arms folded, watching her.
Olivia stands barefoot in the grass, her hair catching the light, laughter slipping from her lips like it belongs there. Like it was always meant to be there.
The kids are with her—running, shouting, chasing each other in uneven circles. Free.
Safe.
For a second, I don’t move.
Don’t breathe.
