The water shining outside the windows.
And for the first time since everything began—
We finally let ourselves belong to something simple.
Each other.
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Wren
The town is smaller than I expected.
One main street.
Two stoplights.
A bakery on the corner that smells like cinnamon from half a block away.
And apparently—
Everyone knows Boone.
We step into the small diner just off the square, and the bell above the door jingles.
Immediately three people look up.
A waitress behind the counter grins.
“Well look what the river dragged in.”
Boone chuckles.
“Morning, Mary.”
Mary folds her arms on the counter.
“Thought you were off saving the world again.”
“Something like that.”
Her eyes slide to me.
“Well now.”
“That’s new.”
I feel Boone’s hand gently settle at the small of my back.
“Mary,” he says calmly.
“This is Wren.”
Mary’s grin widens.
“Nice to meet you, honey.”
Then she looks back at Boone.
