Epilogue

Ximena

January

I s it smart to be in love with a man twice my age? Probably not. But I couldn’t help the way I felt the moment I met him. He proved to me he wasn’t a threat to me, that what we have is real and that’s all I needed to solidify the fact that I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone. He’s home. He’s security, safety and freedom. He takes care of me and encourages me to be the best version of myself when it comes to my piano.

I’ve been performing as much as I can, always with different harmonies, some even that he inspired me to write. Every time I play it appears that the melody just comes together as I go. Most are declarations of our love, of the secrets we kept to protect what we had and the secrets we had revealed to grow into a stronger connection.

I know staying with my father’s murderer would be frowned upon but he’s a savior, a protector, and a caring one at that. He takes care of his team, as best he can. He makes sure that they watch out for each other on and off the field. It’s honorable and that makes me love him more. I’ve met a few of his players, and only one sticks out as his favorite. I’m pretty sure he watches over him a little more. I’m not sure who the quarterback is to him, but he keeps tabs on him when he isn’t watching.

“Are you ready baby girl,” Klaus says from a distance.

“Always,” I reply.

Forever .