55 EPILOGUE

"This is a happy ending without the ending. Because the two of us, our story, it doesn't end here."

The book in her lap was still, pages gently waving in the wind as the cool air hit. The smell of freshly cut grass and different scents of flowers wafted to her nose, as well as the stew that was being cooked inside.

Their garden looked more beautiful than ever, with the mix of blue from the sky as well as the pool, and the gentle yellow from the setting sun.

Truly, this was where she belonged.

Genevieve continued with the pages, her cardigan shielding her