Epilogue
Six months later
Dimitri poked at the cheesecake with a small fork. He wasn’t hungry, wasn’t in the mood for something sweet, but he didn’t want to come to the diner and order nothing more than a cup of tea.
It was twenty minutes past two in the morning, and the dark was thick outside the windows. A young man sat by the corner table, nursing a cup of something hot, but apart from him, the diner was empty.
His leg was bothering him. He couldn’t sleep because of the pain, and he didn’t want to wake Elian by pacing the house—if he could call it that. Hopping on crutches or using his iWalk wasn’t the smoothest way to pace.
Gail wiped her hands on a towel and walked up to his table. “I’m going to pop out for a smoke.” She threw a glance over her shoulder. “Would you mind keepin
