Epilogue
Chloe walked across the street to Roxanne’s store. Snow blanketed the ground. A few lingering bright fall leaves swirled in the air, dotting the snow with splashes of color. As she walked up the stairs to the door, it swung open, Roxanne’s smiling face behind it.
“Hey there, you’re early. Let me get that,” Roxanne said, removing a warm casserole pan from Chloe’s hands.
Dane had explained that even before his parents passed away, they usually spent Thanksgiving dinner at Roxanne’s store with a few other local families. The tradition had been established before this generation, but it continued without interruption. Dane was meeting her here after a quick stop at his office to set a broken arm for a little boy who thought riding his bike on the icy street was a good idea this
