Epilogue
JONES
A week later, we’re at another restaurant, and Jillian’s boss holds up the charity calendar before the crowd.
“And look at February,” Lily says, showing off the cat and me at the winery.
The crowd cheers, and I wave from my spot next to her.
“And how about March?” That’s the shot from Stinson Beach.
More hoots and hollers abound.
When we make it to the Miami shots, my heart beats a little faster, and I look to Jillian, standing at the bar. Love those, I mouth to her.
Me, too, she replies.
They remind me of the best play I ever made. The one for her heart.
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