Epilogue
Sutton
I wondered why unconventional, defiant Harper had wanted a wedding in a grand church. What I didn’t understand is that when you get married, you want the weight of thousands of years of tradition to protect your love. The commitment, that comes from inside you. It’s the rest of the world that bears witness.
Our wedding happens in the holiest place I know of—on the wide-open tract of land with my name on the deed. My name, along with Ashleigh’s name. Two hundred acres are more than our home. They’re our domain. I’m the king of this earth, these trees, that sky. And she’s my queen. Small, as kingdoms go—but big enough to build a lifetime together.
Christopher comes to stand beside me. “Mrs. Cheung would lose her shit.”
I have my foot on the fence, arm slung over the wood
