epilogue
Early in themorning, I slipped out of bed and walked across the hardwood floors, the boards creaking ever-so-slightly under my bare feet. I didn't want to wake him; he'd always been a light sleeper. I poured myself a cup of coffee―he had insisted I get used to the taste, and slowly but surely, I had―and sipped it, looking out into the Kentucky morning air. I could feel the nerves pulsing in my veins; I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I released a long, shaky breath, glancing back into the bedroom, where I could still see the faint outline of him, still sleeping, still oblivious. I moved to the phone and dialed, tapping my foot until the person on the other line answered. "Hello?" "Rachael," I breathed, "Hey." "Hi!" She replied brightly. "Sorry, Nolan's off at work i
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