Epilogue
“Does this stay or go?” Chloe asked, pointing to my cardboard cutout of R2D2.
“Um, stay, but I’ll move it to my office,” I replied, then went back to packing up my books.
It had been five months since I made the decision to get on that plane and go to Gabe, and our lives had been moving at warp speed since.
We’d split a lot of time between North Carolina and Cherry Springs, going there for all of the holidays, and taking Chloe and Chris along with us. Rather than rent a house here, I’d told Gabe he should just move in with me, which he had … happily. We’d finished off a bonus room over my garage and turned it into my office and were busy moving everything up there to give us more space in the main part of the house. He hadn’t moved a bunch of stuff in, but keeping my office do
