epilogue Leni One Year LaterI tightly wrap my arms around Liam’s waist as we ride his black stallion, Jet, through the pasture. Resting my cheek against Liam’s back, I gaze out toward the horizon where the oranges, purples, and pinks of the sunset are fading into each other like a beautiful watercolor painting.
This is my favorite part of the day on the ranch. After a day of hard work, the sky shines with serene beauty as the land falls to slumber. Our ride is always accompanied by the calming song of the birds singing and the crickets chirping and the warm winds of dusk.
It’s magical.
Or maybe this is just what true happiness feels like. Perhaps everyone who’s found their way on this journey we call life feels the same way as I do right now. I don’t know though. Sometimes, I think that
