Three years later, I returned to Glenworth with Micah. I held his hand and pushed open the front door of the Carmichael family estate, which had been shut up and gathering dust for years. I'd bought the place."Mommy, are we going to live here now?" Micah looked around with wide, curious eyes."We are." I smiled at him. "This is our home now."I took Micah into what used to be Ronan's study. An enormous photograph hung on the wall, and the person in it was me. It was me at 16, at the East End project meeting, full of fire and confidence.So he really had fallen in love with me back then.I walked to the desk and pulled open the bottom drawer. Inside was a locked metal box. I tried Ronan's birthday as the combination, and it opened.There was no gold or jewelry inside, just a collection of old things that had clearly been kept for years. There was a yellowed movie ticket from the first film I'd ever seen, a broken string from my favorite violin, and even a piece of candy with a fa
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