Epilogue
Charlotte woke and moved on autopilot through the house and out back to her garden. Damon was already there, making sure she had plenty of water for her newly transplanted seedlings. They tended the small group of green buds in comfortable silence before heading back inside for coffee.
As a mating gift, Ann and Boone traded cabins with Damon. His was smaller, they reasoned. Theirs had room for growth. Still, they made their way to the table for dinner and the occasional breakfast. Mija’s trailer remained near the garden, so she joined them regularly as well.
The gurgle of light roast snapped Charlotte from her daily morning daze. She pulled several coffee mugs down, since she never knew how many people would drop by.
“Ann is heading up the path,” Damon said and placed a quick
