Epilogue
Spring 2019
Laura swung gently on the old wooden swing, sipping on a steaming cup of English Breakfast, her feet dangling below her. In the distance under the canopy of the peppercorn tree, she watched Tom teasing Rosie with treats. Rosie’s tail was wagging way too fast for her to sit in any controlled manner. The late afternoon sun poked its way through the branches, casting shadows on Tom's face. Her Tom. The Tom she had finally let into her heart, which had since been filled with an overwhelming sense of contentment. Things were good.
The insurance money covered the flood damage, Tom’s genetics contract had come through, and the bank was happy again, and they’d been spending time with Rachel and Mitchell. Mitchell was a ball of energy and loved visiting Tom and Laura on the
