EPILOGUE
A year and a half later…
People packed the art gallery in Berry Lake, Washington, including Josh’s family, Von, and Hope’s parents, who had surprised her earlier at dinner. She was thrilled to have everyone here on the opening night of her exhibit, but that didn’t stop her from hiding away in an alcove with a large sculpture standing on a pedestal.
She couldn’t decide if the figure was supposed to be a gorilla or Sasquatch. Given the town’s love and obsession with Bigfoot, she’d go with the latter.
“Hope you don’t mind the company, Squatchy,” she said to the statue. “I need a break.”
She wiped her sweaty palms on her navy floral-print maxi skirt. The urge to peek around the corner where her paintings hung was strong, but one painting had sold—success! woohoo!—so she forced he
