EpilogueOne month later
It was a beautiful spring day, and Timothy was staring out the window of Rush’s house. Green lights had been flashing out the windows of the house across the street seconds ago, making him a little curious about what skills the people living there had.
Foolshope wasn’t your everyday village, and he’d always felt like he didn’t fit in, since the community was strong, and he wanted to hide from people, but it was where he belonged. He’d only been back to his apartment twice since he and Rush made it back from the wedding, and it had been to fetch some things.
A minute or two later, a black Mercedes rolled into the driveway. Timothy’s heart jumped to his throat. Was it someone who was looking for Rush? It was a too-fancy car for Foolshope.
The next moment, Rush ste
