Chapter 15 - A NEW DAWN AT THE BRASS KETTLE — THE END
Six months later, the spring sun shone brightly across Fifth and Alder.
The neon sign above the Brass Kettle hummed peacefully in the warm morning breeze.
Inside, old Mrs. Patterson sat in booth three, completely absorbed in her crossword puzzle.
Gary was flipping pancakes on the flat-top grill, humming a cheerful tune.
Rebecca stood behind the counter, pouring a cup of fresh coffee into a clean ceramic mug.
The diner bell chimed.
A tall man in a clean charcoal coat walked in.
He sat down at the corner booth by the window.
Rebecca walked over with the coffee pot, a warm, genuine smile touching her lips.
“Black or with cream?” she asked softly.
Roman Costa looked up, his gray eyes shining with quiet warmth and absolute peace.
“Black, sweetheart.”
“Just the way I like it.”
Rebecca filled his cup, pulled out the opposite bench seat, and slid in right across from him.
The past was buried beneath truth and justice.
The ordinary life she had fought so hard to keep was finally hers to share.
She reached across the table and placed her hand over his.
Roman turned his palm upward, interlocking his fingers securely with hers.
Outside, the Chicago skyline stood tall and clear against a brilliant blue sky.
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And for the first time in her life, Rebecca knew she was exactly where she belonged.
THE END
