Epilogue
The day Lucy had woken up feeling tired and sick to her stomach, she’d attributed it to nerves. But her symptoms had continued even after she’d gotten the part in a Silas Martin project, and she’d been so on edge that she’d started crying last night when she’d burned the lasagna. Carter had looked at her like she’d sprouted two heads.
It had been three months since that night when Lucy had shown up at Carter’s door, soaked to the skin and bursting with love for him. At the moment, she lived primarily in Seattle with Carter while traveling to LA for auditions when necessary. She’d given up her apartment in LA without hesitation, because who wanted to live in a glorified dump when a girl could live in her boyfriend’s gorgeous and stupidly expensive place in Seattle?
Carter had
