EpilogueArlo’s heart was beating fast, and he squeezed Nash’s hand hard enough to hurt, not that Nash showed any signs of discomfort.
Through the storefront window, he saw a short, slender woman with streaks of gray in her once almost-black hair. Arlo’s eyes burned. She looked older, older than he’d imagined, but she was healthy.
“You want to go inside?”
“Not yet. I need a minute.” Arlo breathed in deep. He wanted to walk in there, wanted to wrap his arms around her, but what if he couldn’t? What if when he came close, he had to run, to leave her yet again? He swallowed hard, and at the same moment, she looked out the window. The vase she held dropped from her hands, the customer she’d been serving backed away.
Seconds later, she was running, pulling open the door to the small flower s
