EpilogueOne year later…
Rue crossed the community square and headed to the apple tree outside Noah’s—their—house and drizzled gold at the ground around it. Back in the spring, it had been overflowing with flowers, and he’d caught Noah standing underneath it, staring in wonder. He’d do his damnedest to take care of the tree, only to get to see the smile on Noah’s lips.
He let himself into the house, stepped out of his shoes, and tiptoed into the living room. Normally, Noah would come to find him and Chaton wherever they were leaving veggies on people’s porches, but today was Saturday, which meant Noah had been working at The Bar. Rue was still the owner. Gertrude had refused to take the business back, claiming it was safer if he owned them. It might be. The politicians hadn’t voted on the
