EPILOGUE
KARISSA
I had never seen Finley so happy. She was always a positive person, but being with Trent took her from positive to glowing with joy. It was so nice to see. And if anyone deserved it, it was definitely Finley.
She hadn’t officially moved in with Trent, but it was heading that way. Baby George was six weeks old and starting to sleep through the night, and they were spending more and more nights with Trent. I already missed having them around all the time.
“What’s for dinner?” Finley called out from her seat on the new yellow couch Trent recently bought. He was making the estate bright and colorful through furniture and artwork, letting the bland paint colors fade into the background.
“I was thinking of grilling. Are you up for a steak? Maybe some fish?” Trent called bac
