Epilogue

To this day I still wear the necklace, though a gold chain has replaced the leather one.

We never discovered why Celeste was in the cave. Sometimes, in a quiet moment when I fall to thinking about it, I am certain that the glass house had something to do with it. Certain that it poisoned her mind in some way. As it did mine.

Lucas makes light of my notion, but I can tell that he is relieved the house is gone.

Every once in a while, I remember the man I saw on the dock, the one who reached out and saved me, who gave me a simple seashell and stole my heart. I never saw that side of Lucas again, the carefree and laughing side of him. Some part of him returned, a lighter spirit, and I was glad of that. He never shed his intensity, the fierce passions or the explosive temper that I grew to love, and for that I am glad, too.

The sketch that Lucas drew of me hangs above the fireplace and it warms my heart every time I lay eyes on it. It reminds me what Lucas values most in me—my belief in him. As for me, I can still be found on cloudless nights, roaming the gardens of Devlin Manor.