Epilogue
Garrick Kincade bid farewell to the happily married couple and climbed into the Porsche roadster he’d rented. As he drove down the country roads, he smiled a little at the thought that he’d been able to help them out as much as he had. Amelia would have approved.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been driving before he noticed a car pulled over on the side of the road. Two people stood on either side of the vehicle, shouting at each other. One of them, a pretty brunette, struggled to get her suitcase out of the back seat. The man waved one arm around, clearly angry.
Garrick pulled his car up behind theirs and got out, picking up only the last bit of their conversation.
“No more excuses. I’ve had it, Stephen!” The woman’s voice trembled even as she shouted at him.
“Ava, come on—she
