“I like it.”
The sun slips lower across the river.
The sky turning shades of orange and purple.
Wren leans into me slightly as we watch the water.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Real.
After everything we survived—
This moment feels like the one that matters most.
She squeezes my hand.
“You were right.”
“About what?”
“Simple can be good.”
I smile.
“Sometimes it’s the best thing there is.”
The water reflects the fading light.
The house stands quiet behind us.
And for the first time since this story began—
Nothing is waiting to break the silence.
Just the future.
And whatever we decide to build together.
Epilogue
Six Months Later
Wren
The fish wins again.
I lean over the edge of the dock, staring down into the water.
“I swear that one laughed at me.”
Behind me, Boone chuckles.
“Fish don’t laugh.”
“That one did.”
