Epoch (Transcend Duet #2)(79)

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Morgan Daisy Gallagher

Beloved Daughter and Friend

I sit cross-legged on the ground over the grave, picking at the green grass. “This is it. This is where I leave you … for now. In case he forgets to tell you, Nate kinda dibbed the next time around. So pencil him in for a century from now as your real boyfriend. I think he’ll be a good one.”

Drawing in a long breath, I hold it for a few seconds and let it out slowly along with a rebel tear or two. “You really did a number on my life this past year. I’m not mad. I get it … Doug needed to die and Nate needed closure. Wish I would have figured that out from the beginning. Maybe I could have saved what I had with a certain guy from the grocery store. Maybe not.” I shrug.

“I thought I wanted completely in your head and heart. But I’m glad it didn’t work out that way. I think it would have made it harder to find myself. Not that I’ve really managed to do that yet. Wandering seems like the best thing for now since I’m not sure what exactly it is I’m looking for. A new place. A new job. New everything. Hell, I might even get a new name. Shh … don’t tell my mom.”

I reach into my pocket and pull out the wrinkled picture of Nate that I salvaged from the garage floor after Griffin rode off. “Here. He’s all yours.” I wedge the bottom of the photo between the ground and the headstone.

“You burying me?”

I jump as my hand flies to my chest. “Nate?”

He hunches down next to me and pulls the photo of Daisy from his wallet. “Maybe you’re right. It’s time to let them go.” He slides the photo of her next to the one of him.

“Why are you here?”

“Yesterday was your last day. You said you’d come by to say goodbye before leaving town, but the hugs you gave to me and Morgan felt like the goodbye.” He shrugs. “I get it. Nobody likes to say goodbye.”

I nod slowly. It was goodbye. My heart couldn’t take making it official.

“I thought you might stop by here. Of course I didn’t know for sure. I didn’t know when. But … here we are, unknowingly bending to fate.”

I stare at the letters on the headstone. “Fate …”

“But here’s the thing … I need a real goodbye. One that’s by choice.”

“Griffin just left. He didn’t say goodbye.” I continue to keep my gaze straight ahead.

“And every day you feel cheated.”

I nod.

“Then don’t cheat me.”

Inching my head toward him, I surrender a smile. He stands, holding out his hand. I take it and let him pull me up. My arms immediately go around him.

“I love you.” I let my emotions out. It’s true. I love him.

Not like a lover.

Not like a best friend—I don’t remember us that way.

Not like a father.

It’s hard to describe. I simply love him like Nate. And maybe the best way to describe it is to say that I love him like a piece of myself.

“I love you too. So much.” He hugs me tightly, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for finding me. Thank you for giving me back what I’d been missing for so long.”

“Daisy?”

“Me.” He presses his lips to my neck, just below my ear. It’s soft, so soft. Like twenty-two years ago kind of soft.

I slide my fingers through his hair, fisting it to hold him to my neck as silent sobs rack my body.

Yeah, goodbyes suck.

I let Griffin go and regret tore me apart. Now I’m letting Nate go, and my heart hates me. It doesn’t understand. It’s not its job. So I just let it feel.

The pain.

The grief.

The love.

“Let me know you’re alive. Okay?”

I nod, sucking back the uncontrolled emotions.

“Send me pictures of Morgan.”

He nods.

I wipe my eyes as he releases me.

“Find a real boyfriend. Okay?”

A laugh escapes past my labored breaths, still fighting to deal with all the emotions. “I’ll try.”

Nate smiles. It’s beautiful. I wish I had this picture of him. “I’ll see ya around.” He takes a step backwards and then another, looking handsome and too dang flirty for his own good.

“Ya think?” I grin, trapping my lower lip between my teeth.

He shrugs, taking another backwards step. “I do. We’re timeless.”

More tears blur my vision before I blink them away, my smile growing with each step he takes. Then he turns and continues toward his vehicle, every few seconds glancing back at me. Our eyes meet again when he gets in the driver’s seat. He pulls out, waving like a goofball.

It’s the perfect goodbye.





CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN





“Spare battery to charge your phone?”

“Yes, Mom.” I load the final few boxes into my trunk.

“And you promise to pull over for the night as soon as you’re even a little tired?”

“Yes, Mom.” I shut the trunk.

“And you have no idea where you’re headed?”

“Nope.”

With her arms crossed over her chest, she bites her thumbnail. “I’m envious of you doing this. And I’m scared to death too. I’m proud of you. But yes … I’m scared to death too.”