“Don’t sayoldtoo loud,” Salem warned.
Wyn snorted. “That woman is going to outlive us all.”
“You’re next you know,” Hadley said to Wyn. “She’s going to fix your life.”
“My life doesn’t need fixing,” Wyn stated.
“Just you wait,” Salem said, a gleam of knowing in her eyes. “Just you friggin’ wait.”
Wyn sighed. “So does that mean I should pack up your stuff and send it to you?”
I blinked. “I hadn’t even thought of that.”
“I’m going to move into the Carrington’s penthouse,” Wyn said slowly. “I think it’s time.”
“No more apartment?” I asked.
“No more apartment,” Wyn said. “The three of you are there now. And it’s just me and I’m hardly at the apartment as it is. This place just isn’t the same without you three. It’s time to let it go.”
“Truly the end of an era,” Salem murmured.
“I have a lot of fond memories in that apartment,” Hadley said softly.
“Nothing lasts forever,” Wyn said, her jaw clenching. She met my gaze. “Does it?”
I shook my head. “No. It doesn’t.”
“You tell your grandfather your life plan yet?” Wyn asked.
Cold terror spread through my bones. “No. I haven’t told him. This all came together pretty fast.”
Sadness quickly engulfed my chest.
“He’ll understand,” Wyn said, her tone gentle. “He wants you to be happy.”
“He also wants me to fly to England and bash around Europe with him while he’s on sabbatical,” I said. “I can’t believe I’m giving that up.”
“But look at what you’re gaining,” Salem said. “I’ve never seen you this happy, Poet. This happy and this sure of what you want.”
“I thought my life was ending when I quit my job,” I said with a chuckle. “Turned out it was just the beginning.”
“Dinner’s ready!” Muddy called from downstairs.
“Time to eat,” Hadley said.
“Good, I’m starving,” Salem said.
“You guys go,” I said. “I’ll be down in a second.”
The two of them got up off the bed—Salem had to help Hadley—and they toddled out of the room.
Salem closed the door behind her.
I looked at Wyn’s face on the screen. “This is the right choice, right?”
“Are you actually asking me?” Wyn said with a wry grin. “Don’t you trust your own judgement?”
“Yes . . . but no, but yes?”
