Epilogue Ava
Indiana winters can feel practically endless, but I stand by the fact that the summers make it all worth it. Summer is winding down and it’s a perfect seventy-eight degrees, not a cloud in the sky above our little backyard barbecue.
From the moment the realtor showed us this two-story blue house on the end of the cul-de-sac, with its updated kitchen and huge backyard, I knew Barrett and I had to have it. I could perfectly envision hosting parties on the red brick patio and roasting marshmallows over the stone fire pit on a fall night.
We signed the paperwork and closed on the place within a month of our first walk-through. The location is perfect, too, it’s almost the exact midpoint between the factory and the office Barrett is renting for his new law firm, and with Mom and
