Epilogue
Rachel
Six months later
“Henry!” I called as he suddenly took off running. We were on one of my favorite trails for an afternoon run. The air had a bite to it, with summer over and autumn taking hold.
Autumn in Alaska was a blink—color exploding at your feet, and a dash of color fluttering through the sky before snow blanketed the landscape. Yellow and gold flashed in my periphery as I picked up my jog to a flat-out run. Lately, Henry had been doing much better about sticking with me when we were running on the trails, but he still had his moments.
Rounding a corner on the trail, my foot slipped on the damp leaves masking slightly muddy ground underneath. I fell down into the leaves, relieved I didn’t hit anything hard. Looking ahead, I saw Remy standing there with H
