EPILOGUE
Sara
It's been two years since everything ended. My talks with the psychologist have become less frequent, but we still have coffee now and then. There are days like today when I wake up reliving the moment on the boat, and Damon's gaze haunts me, but I know it's just a nightmare because he's dead. Everyone assured me of that, and I have no reason to doubt.
—What's wrong? —My husband hugs me from behind, and I snuggle against him for warmth and safety.
—I don't know, it's that nightmare again. —I have no secrets from Dax, so he knows about my bad dreams.
—Maybe if you go to his grave and make sure he's there, you might feel more at ease. —His words give me chills. I really don't want to go to that place.
—I'll think about it. This afternoon I'll go with the girls. We want to
