Bonus Epilogue
Eight years ago
As the car turns into the driveway, I press my nose against the window. Beside me, Bash is playing a game on his phone, completely oblivious to the fact that we?ve nearly arrived. Can?t he smell the honeysuckle or feel the crispness in the air? He?s never loved Belgrave Park as much as I do, but I assumed even he?d be eager to escape the city after this past year.