Epilogue
SIX MONTHS LATER
JESSE
We’re definitely going to be late.
I don’t just feel it in my bones, though those are also sensing the time ticking away. But I also feel it in the heat of my bedroom, the steam spreading from my oversized bathroom towards the space where I tug at the towel at my waist, tightening it.
The mirror on the far side of the room starts to cloud, and I stand up from where I sit on the mattress, glancing at the nightstand for the thirtieth time.
Twenty minutes. We’ve got twenty minutes.
Thirty, if we’re lucky.
I stand and knock on the bathroom door, considering breaking it down.
“Let’s get out of here, Duchess! Shower starts in one hour and we want to make it there early!”
“I’m coming!” Marilyn calls beyond the door. “Just shampooing!”
“Shampooing what ex
