Epilogue I
Maturing in marriage is realizing that your husband isn’t going to get tired of you. He’s been eating the same Subway sandwich since he was nine.
—Text from Dru to Apollo
APOLLO
Two years later
“It’ll be okay.”
My wife looked over at me with a nervous expression and said, “I know. I’m still freaking out, though.”
“Come on,” I said as I led her up the steep mountain road to a cabin set so deep in the woods that it was hard to find even for Google.
We pulled to a stop and a large mountain man exited the front door, a ferocious scowl on his face.
But the moment he saw who stepped out of the passenger seat, his entire face softened.
He took the steps two at a time as she went running toward the man.
He caught her and whirled her around in his arms.
When he finally put her down onto her feet, she whispered, “Hey, Romeo.”