She flipped the cover open and saw the dedication. Her mouth parted as she read:
For Madison.
For being my anchor when I had nothing to hold onto.
For showing me that family can be chosen, and love can be loud.
“Blair…” Her voice broke. “You didn’t have to. ”
“I did,” I said softly. “You saved me, Mads. I wouldn’t be here without you.”
We hugged, both of us sniffling into each other’s shoulders as Olive looked up at us and smiled.
After Madison left, Greyson and I stood in the quiet of our house. I looked around at the walls now filled with memories. Our life is not perfect, but ours.
“I’m scared,” I admitted.
“Of what?”
“Of it all going away.”
He cupped my face in his hands. “Nothing’s going to take this from us. You’re home now, Blair. With me. And I’m not letting go.”
I smiled through my tears. “I love you, Greyson.”
He grinned. “I know. I’m very lovable.”
I laughed, smacking his chest, but he caught my hand and pulled me closer. “I love you, too, my honey bee. I am so proud of you.”
Chapter 36
Blair
The copy in my hands felt heavier than it had all morning.
Not in weight, but in meaning.
I stood on the porch of my childhood home, staring at the familiar navy-blue door I once slammed behind me on my way out of this town for good. But today, I wasn’t here to run or retreat.
I was here to offer a piece of myself.
The cool, crisp wind rustled through the mossy oaks as I knocked. My hands were a little clammy despite the chill. I could still back out, I thought. Just leave it in the mailbox. But something inside me said she deserved more than that.
My mom answered the door wearing a soft cardigan and slippers. Her eyes widened when she saw me.
“Blair,” she breathed. “Is everything okay?”
I nodded and held up the wrapped book in both hands. Brown paper, tied with twine. Simple. Honest.
“I wanted you to have the first copy,” I said. “Of my book.”
Her hands flew to her mouth. “You finished it?”
“I did. It’s being shelved in Delilah’s store later this week. There’s a launch party next month, but I wanted to give you this first. Before anyone else.”
She looked down at the package as if it were made of glass.
Her fingers trembled as she took it from me. “Can I openit now?”
