Epilogue
“D id you ever think we’d be here?” Alex asks as we watch Abigail host the soft opening of her cat café. The newly vetted Clan members, along with Cora and Lily, have all shown up to support her, and I couldn’t be prouder.
Since returning from our honeymoon, she’s thrown herself into making this dream a reality. Other than connecting her with my realtor, this has been entirely her doing. With help from Olivia, Samantha, and Rene, she pulled it off in record time. The place is perfect.
Situated across from Perfect Paws on a busy street, the café is bound to attract plenty of foot traffic. Between her freshly baked sweet and savoury treats, there’s something for everyone.
“Never,” I admit, glancing at Alex as a frown crosses his face.
“Any word on Helen?”
“No. Owen says she’s been struggling to open up, but he’s confident she’ll get there eventually. Apparently, Jonathan has a few things in motion to help her feel safe enough to talk.”
“You know she might hold the answers to all our questions,” he points out, returning his gaze to the room. Seeing Abigail look so carefree and at peace is something I was terrified she’d never find again. But she has, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
“I know, but we can’t force her to talk before she’s ready. Jonathan would have our heads,” I reply. He’s been fiercely protective of Helen since she reappeared, and I can’t blame him. I’d be the same in his shoes.
Still, the fact that she holds critical information eats at me. While we found her, we still have no leads on what happened to my mum or who killed that man in Belfast. We’re no closer to shutting down the human trafficking operation Angus and Peter were tangled in or uncovering the insider feeding them information.
But until Helen feels ready to speak, all I can do is focus on rebuilding the Clan and falling deeper in love with Abigail. God knows this mess won’t resolve anytime soon, so we may as well savour the small joys in the meantime.