EPILOGUE
Three thousand miles away, Shane entered the St. Paddy’s Inn.
“Orin? Where are you?” he called out.
The bar man appeared from the store room. “Morning, Shane. I thought you’d have left Lisdoonvarna by now. Want to have breakfast?”
Shane agreed and Orin put some bread in the toaster.
“Keira’s article has gone live,” Shane told Orin. “Look.”
He showed the elderly man the Viatorum magazine website, where the Love Letter to Lisdoonvarna was proudly displayed. The comment section was now running into the thousands. The piece had been shared a multitude of times.
“Fabulous,” Orin gushed. “Look, there’s us!”
He pointed at one of the candid shots Keira had had Nina include, the one of her, Shane, and Orin at the bar on her last night in Ireland.
“She’s raving about the B&B,” Shan
