Epilogue
Six months later…“Jonah? Where are you?” Alice called as she came through the back door.
There was no answer, but she already knew where she could find him. He had converted the old garage at the back of her property into a workshop for his sculpting. Their lives had melded together with surprising ease, even though they were both used to being independent.
When he had said he sculpted wooden figures, she had assumed he made something like the roughly carved bears and other animals so popular with tourists. She’d had no idea he meant smoothly polished, glowing wood pieces that hovered on the edge between abstraction and realism.
As she suspected, he was there, but he wasn’t working, he was pacing. She could hear the low rumble of an unhappy bear with each step.
“Jonah? Is the
