Wynter’s POV
Two months later
I straighten up, groaning as I wipe my wrist across my forehead, about half of my boxes piled into Connor and my room as not only am I moving in with him and Grace, we’re moving into our own house in the same estate as Connor’s sister and friends.
We have taken the last six months to really get to know each other, learning each other’s likes, dislikes, quirks . . . We’ve shared our fears and goals, Connor opening up about everything he’s learned about himself in therapy that he still attends. My career at the child mental health centre is going well and I have regular clients that I help through play, talk and reflexology. I love my job and helping young people deal with trauma and hardship, seeing them relax as we work through their problems has been so re
