Epilogue
The morning after, when we wake up, Pippin has breakfast waiting on the coffee table and the latest video from my favorite YouTube channel queued up and ready to go on the TV. He’s busy and doesn’t notice me at first when I step into the living room.
My heart swells when I see what he’s doing.
He’s unpacking his boxes.
I must have made a sound, because he turns, and the smile he gives me rivals the brightness of the sun outside our window.
“Good morning, Ashley!” He picks up a stack of clothes, jumps to his feet, and brushes a kiss on my cheek when he passes me on his way to the closet.
“I decided to take you up on your offer and stay,” he says when he returns, his tone light, as though he just didn’t hand me the entire world.
And he does stay with me in my house. Until we
