Epilogue
Risa waited to turn onto the main road from the gallery parking lot. An eagle flying low along the shoreline caught her eye. She tracked the majestic bird until it came to a slow landing on a piece of driftwood. Distracted, she yelped when her car shifted with a loud thump. Swinging her head around, she looked into the wide eyes of a teenage boy with a mop of brown hair embellished with a purple streak in the bangs. A woman whom Risa presumed to be his mother was shaking her head in the passenger seat.
“You have got to be kidding me,” she said aloud to no one since she was in her car alone. She’d been on the way to meet Darren for dinner at the brewery. She quickly texted him, put her car in park and climbed out.
The young man scrambled out of his car, apologizing profusely.
