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Alex’s patent went through. He’d delayed returning to LA because of Mrs. Peterson, but now it was time to go back. While packing, Pudding dropped a dusty diary at my feet, its pages brittle and webbed with cobwebs. Curious, I opened it. It was a chronicle of a boy’s years–long, silent crush. A bright, gentle boy who’d loved me in secret. Alex came in to offer help, catching me reading. “You found it?” he asked, his voice a mixture of shyness and apprehension. I blinked back tears, smiling at him. “Alex, let’s have a baby.” Our relationship wasn’t a fiery romance, but marriage was built on the mundane, the everyday. And who’s to say a quiet life wasn’t a good life?
Ethan’s Epilogue
