Epilogue 1
I don’t know why I’m here. What am I thinking? It’s because you’re not thinking, I tell myself. You messed up, Elizabeth. You just destroyed everything good in your life. You deserve every ounce of pain you’re feeling right now.
I raise my hand and knock on the dark oak door. It smells like wood cleaner. Who polishes their front door with wood cleaner?
An older guy I’ve never seen before opens the door and looks at me quizzically. My hair is a tangled mess and I’m wearing Jayson’s clothes which hang on my smaller body. I must look like a crazy person.
“Can I help you?”
The door swings open wider and the person I came to see steps out. Relief pours through me.
“Kitten?”
“I need your help, Fallon.”
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