Epilogue
Viola
Six months later…
Amazing how my life’s changed since Weston tracked me down after seeing me in the shelter.
No more living on the streets or eating any food I can find, no matter where it comes from. No more sleeping on benches, wearing old and worn clothing, or unable to shower for weeks at a time.
He didn’t save my life, not really, since I wasn’t in danger of dying at any point when I lived on the streets, except maybe with embarrassment due to the judgment of others.
Of course, everything is different now, especially after the whole business with Mark’s attempted hostile takeover was dealt with, the asshole ending up behind bars for a good while.
A few days after his arrest, Weston surprised me by announcing he planned to leave an office open here in California w
