For fourteen months she had believed finding Asa would restore the life they had before.
It didn’t.
That life was gone.
What they had instead was messier, quieter, and real.
They had consequences instead of unanswered questions.
They had scars instead of graves.
They had time.
Marin looked back once at the diner that had paid her $9.50 an hour and nearly cost her everything.
Then she turned away.
For the first time in years, nobody had scheduled the rest of her day.
So she went home with Asa.
And rested.
