Epilogue
Knox
I laugh as Emily and Taylor argue over the placement of the pool table. It’s taken several months for us to rebuild our clubhouse. We made sure there was a basement this time. They made it into the perfect storm shelter.
Now, the building is finished and needs all the décor.
I voted for a pool but was vetoed by the President himself.
Jerk.
However, he approved a pool table.
Also, the meeting table that saved our lives has been cleaned and retouched from the little damage it received during the tornado. It sits proudly in our new office.
I look out the window at the bright sky and smile.
I still can’t go places by myself. Not sure if I ever will be. But, if Taylor is by my side, I can leave the house without fear.
Maybe a little nerve.
But no fear.
I have my office back up in the clubhouse and can finally return to work. The entire club voted to buy me a completely new setup. It’s been in my playroom room at home, but now I can bring it here and return to working full-time. I don’t like doing some of my work using our home IP address. When I told the men the risks, they pretty much demanded that I only work jobs when I’m at the clubhouse.
So, needless to say, I’m a bit behind.
I have websites to build, people to find, identities to change, and viruses to make.
I’m so excited to get back at it.
I watch my entire family work together, bringing in couches, chairs, desks, and everything else we’ve ordered for this place.
“If you turn it that way, then my big ass won’t be able to squeeze through,” I hear Taylor say.
“It’s not like you can beat me, anyway,” Emily teases.
“Knox, get off your ass and come help carry shit in,” Ghost yells.
Laughing, I do just that. I get off my ass and help my family.
I fought for this. My battle was against no one but myself.
As I stand victorious atop the mountain of my fears, I realize that it is in confronting the echoes of fear that I have truly found my strength and freedom.
And how freaking awesome is that?
The End