Epilogue
“Just set the rest of them over there.” Angel Ezra pointed to a corner of her study. Her townhouse was bursting at the seams with the leftover boxes from her great-grandfather’s house. She’d only saved a few important pieces of his enormous collection for herself, but the boxes packed with what didn’t sell as well as those from his attic were taking up a lot of real estate. She was determined to go through it all before her wedding next month.
“Thanks.” She gave the movers a tip and closed the door behind them, turning with a sigh to survey the mountain of boxes.
Her grandparents, Samuel and Lois, had more or less dumped all of this in her lap, but in all fairness, she had put it off for far too long. She couldn’t tell them no. They’d raised her, given her the best education, a
