Epilogue
Alexa
I fumbled to roll over, extending an arm in search of my husband. I smiled. Instead of finding Graham, I found a note duct-taped to the pillow.
Happy anniversary! Making breakfast. Bring your appetite.
— G
One year. One year since Graham and I abandoned our wedding plans and flew to Vegas. My mother was only just now forgiving me because she saw how happy Graham made me. Dad missed walking me down the aisle, but as he put it, “I don’t miss footing the bill, so we’ll call it even.”
I threw on a robe and walked downstairs. Graham stood shirtless over the stove. I tiptoed up behind him and ran my hands up his back to his shoulders and started the day the same way I had for over a year now.
“Mmm. I love you.” My husky whisper in his ear carved a smile on his face.
“Yo
