Epilogue
Emma
I giggled, running in the woods as grass tickled my bare legs.
“Emma!” Cillian shouted behind me. Birds and leaves of trees whispered against each other as my laugh echoed in the small clearing. “Emma, slow down!”
Golden hair flew in my face as I looked over my shoulder and shouted, “Hurry up, grandpa!”
“Oh, you wait.”
More laughter bubbled out of me. I was definitely getting punished for that. The sun glared down my bare limbs, the soft fabric of my summer dress flowing around me when I reached the edge of the spring. Perspiration slid down my neck as I panted, gazing at the beautiful scenery of sparkling fresh water and the waterfall.
It had been months since Drake had been murdered in his own prison cell. It was a mysterious murder that even Elena wasn’t able to
