“It’s gonna be a long ride,” I warn Bree. “I’m not as young as I used to be.” Even as I say the words, I know they’re no longer entirely true. Overnight my heart is younger, my body lighter—more free.
“I don’t care how long it takes,” she says, nuzzling into me. “I just don’t know what I’m gonna say to her.”
Catch Up
Part 3: The Bohemian and the Biker
Epilogue
Now
Mercy
In the morning, I borrow the kitchen and cook too much breakfast for just Bree and me. The thought of hundreds more breakfasts like this one makes me smile. She sits in my lap and I feed her bites of bacon and eggs, unable to physically separate. Not just yet.
Soon there’s nothing more to do. Our bags are packed—not an impossible task, since there are only two of them. I hold her in my lap, bringing her hand to my lips.
“It’s gonna be a long ride,” I warn her. “I’m not as young as I used to be.” Even as I say the words, I know they’re no longer entirely true. My body has aged, but overnight my heart is younger. Lighter. Freer.
“I don’t care how long it takes,” she says, nuzzling into me. “I just don’t know what I’m going to say to her.”
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