Epilogue
Four Months Later… The chairs were filled, and soft music floated over the guests’ heads, carried on the ever-present breeze. Ethan briefly closed his eyes and inhaled. The air, warm and clean and fresh, reassured him that he was really here, that this was indeed happening.
“Are you alright?” Sam asked quietly across the aisle.
“I’ve never been more so,” he whispered back.
The traditional song started, and this part of the ceremony, they decided, was all that would follow custom. Everyone in the chairs stood and looked behind them as Carli, dressed in a sleeveless, ankle-length, white dress covered with lace, was on the arm of the town sheriff. To Carli’s left were Sam and Tim. On her right was Ethan. Zach and Alyssa, Charlie and Micah Sloan sat in the front row, with Scott Ba
