EpilogueSix months later
Cam gripped the edge of the kitchen counter and looked out the window. It was a dark and gray afternoon, the garden beds mostly hidden in shadows, but there was light coming from the house he’d lived in for the last six years.
“What if we’re making a mistake?” He looked over his shoulder at Grayson who was fixing them a cup of coffee. He was still dressed in his work clothes and there were paint stains on the sleeve of his shirt.
“You’re here every day, sleep here every night. You don’t need the house.”
“No, but it’s mine. It’s the first time I’ve ever owned anything that important.” It had given him a great sense of calm to own his own home. No one could throw him out. He couldn’t remember how many times they’d had to move when he was a kid because his mother
