Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 131651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 658(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 658(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
I squint, but it’s not until he points up that I finally see why it matters.
There, scarred into the rock forever, is L BLACKTHORN.
Gone, but imprinted forever.
Gramps must live in the locals’ hearts, too, if the manager figured out who I was and felt this deeply.
My throat tightens.
When I lock eyes with Holden, there’s this overwhelming sense of rightness. The way we suffered for the Hera Egg, it all had a rhyme and reason.
I felt my grandfather at the old house last night, but he’s even more with us now.
“Did you know he used to come here? Did he mention it?” I ask Holden softly.
“Not this exact spot,” Holden says, smiling down at me. “Crete, yes. They weren’t trips he invited me on.”
“So rude.”
“I thought so.” He shakes his head fondly.
I tear up and wipe my eyes, breaking into a grin.
“Not now, woman. Don’t go to pieces on our honeymoon. He wouldn’t like it,” he teases.
“No. It just feels like the perfect ending,” I whisper.
“The beginning, you mean.” He doesn’t need to explain.
We all feel it now.
Gramps’ spirit, somewhere in the sunny ether high over the tranquil sea, fully at ease. He left us one more postcard on his long journey through our hearts and into infinity.
All is right.
All is well.
And with Holden and Kit and a brilliant Mediterranean sunset just a few hours away, my heart is whole.