Chapter 11 Epilogue
- Epilogue: Somewhere Warm
- The news runs at seven and I know this because I’ve been watching the sky go from pink to gold and to the shade of blue that only exists in places where the water is close and the air smells like salt and nobody is in a hurry about anything.
- The kind of place I used to look at in photographs and think — someday. The way you think someday about things you’ve decided aren’t for you yet.