Epilogue Part ThreeAdam hit the full stop key on the old, antiquated typewriter for the last time and reeled the paper out of the machine while it offered up a series of fast, mechanical clicks. His MacBook Pro sat silent and dead on the other side of the room, a constant reminder of how things used to be.
“Is it done?” asked Lucie, leaning into the study, her hands cupped around a steaming mug of fresh coffee.
“I think so, although I'm still not sure Sam will read it,” he replied, smiling at her. “He never was one for literature. Is he downstairs?”
“No, he's in the garage. He sourced a part for his motorbike, thinks he can get it running again.” In an almost instant response to her statement, the uncommon sound of a revving engine echoed up from outside. “Sounds like it worked,” she sm
