Epilogue
Charlotte POV, 2 years later
“Why do you even want to watch this?” my son asks me as we’re led to the grounds of the exact spot where it’s going to happen.
I’ve had my time to grieve in the knowledge that my mate is going to move on without me. I’ve dealt with it, and have decided I can be on board with it.
“You know, Kellan,” Michael says, “you don’t have to watch this if you don’t want to.”
Michael said this was some sort of “plane of existence” where souls could come to watch things like this with special permission. We’re ghosts. That’s what he isn’t saying. No one will see us, though.
“Like I’m going to let my mom watch this alone. You’re f*****g crazy, Michael.”
“Kellan!” I smack the back of his head.
“Ow!”
“Watch your mouth! He’s an angel!”
“And I’m already dead.
