Epilogue
Rowan
I’ve always heard the people you spend New Year’s Eve with are the people you’ll spend the year with. As I looked around O’Kelley’s, I wasn’t sure I liked that idea.
They were good people, and I was getting used to the town, but it wasn’t for me. I was ready to get home. To get back to my life. To make a difference in the world.
“Happy New Year, man,” Hudson said, almost sarcastically.
“Yeah, Happy New Year,” I told him, raising my beer bottle in a toast.
“Why’d you come out if you’re in a shitty mood?”
I shrugged. “Aren’t you supposed to be around people when you feel like crap?”
Hudson shrugged. “I guess that’s why I own a bar. What’s going on with you?”
I shook my head. “Nothing to worry about.”
“It’s a good thing you don’t need to interrogate a lot of people be
