Epilogue
Caleb
Six months later
I stood at the top of the ski slope. It was winter, and the sun was high in the sky, bright against the blue backdrop. Lifting my eyes, I took in the view as I turned slowly in a circle. Mountain peaks rose behind me and to the sides. Kachemak Bay was visible in the distance, the sun striking sparks on the surface of the water.
Ella and I had come to Last Frontier Lodge for a mini-honeymoon. We’d gotten married two days before and intended to spend a few more days here. The ski lodge was roughly four hours south of Willow Brook in Diamond Creek, yet another stunning town in Alaska. Owen and Ivy Manning, who’d designed my house, had invited us down after the wedding.
Ella was waiting at the lodge, and I needed to ski down this mountain to get to
