Page 76 of My End

We turned back toward the paintings. People were still milling around, pointing, taking selfies with their favorites. But my eyes went right to Stretch’s again. That look in his painted eyes? That look hadn’t faded.

That look was my reality now.

I slipped my hand into his. “If someone had told me Boone’s insanity would lead me here…”

“I would’ve called them full of shit,” Stretch finished.

“Exactly.”

We stood there for a long moment, just breathing it in.

As much as Boone had messed up everything, ripped apart lives, put people in danger, and made me question everything, I couldn’t deny that his chaos had led me here.

Tothis.

ToStretch.

Toour end.

And damn, what a beautiful beginning it turned out to be.