EPILOGUE
Keira strolled through Central Park, her hands wrapped around a coffee cup to warm her from the icy November air. It was a bitterly cold day. New York was preparing for Christmas now, with Thanksgiving already relegated to a distant memory.
She’d not heard from Cristiano since they’d left one another at the airport in Paris. She’d had a feeling back then that she wouldn’t, that their love would exist just in that moment, and that after it was over they would cease to be in one another’s lives. It saddened her to think Cristiano was gone completely, but what point was there in keeping a flame like that alive when there was no future?
Still, she couldn’t help feeling sad about it as she walked through Central Park, remembering his childlike glee, his wide-eyed beauty when he’d st
