Epilogue
Five years later
“I knew I’d find you here.” After all this time together, Pete’s voice still makes my knees go weak. I tear my gaze from the book on my lap and smile at him.
“I wanted you to have a little time with your family. I wasn’t hiding or anything.” I push up the glasses on my nose.
“Oh, Oren.” Pete sighs and walks around the chairs in the library and crouches in front of me. “You’re family too, you know that.”
I take the bookmark from the table that’s now a permanent feature in the library, stick it between the pages of my book, and lay it next to my empty Scotch glass.
“I know. But this is a very special day for Annabelle, and I wanted you to have this moment as a family.”
Pete sinks onto his knees and rests his cheek on my thigh. “Can you imagine? Me, a grandpa?
