Epilogue
Sebastian
I lifted my bottle with the others and said, “To Ms. Georgia.” Everyone moved around the group, tapping bottles and glasses together. I joined in, pretending I was a part of the crowd since I was there.
I’d known Ms. Georgia before she died, like everyone else in town, but I wasn’t a part of the celebration in the past. I stuck to the lighthouse where I belonged, away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
I laughed to myself. Hustle and bustle were not words that described MacKellar Cove. We barely boasted two thousand full-time residents. But leaving the solitude of my lighthouse and cabin and being in O’Kelley’s with a few hundred people felt like hustle and bustle to me.
“Oh, hey, I have good news,” Gavin said.
He got the attention of the rest of the crowd. T
