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"No Oliver got angry one day He and et back at her, because he knew hurtingher would" There was a pause Josiah opened his ain before he had the chance "I hated et ahold of their dream It wasn’t mine to take, but I did, and then watched as he lit fire to it"

With that Josiah reached over and set a hand on Tristan’s leg "You know you didn’t take their dreas"

"Not the point"

"It is to me"

Tristan smiled, but Josiah could tell it was forced "The forever optimist What would we do without you?" Before Josiah could reply, Tristan nodded his head "Look, we’re here"

Josiah gave his attention to the beige house in front of them The paint looked weathered, but in a way that made it more comfortable Like it was lived in Like it wasn’t perfect, the way the three of thee porch wrapped around half of the house, part of it facing the water When Tristan pulled up beside it, he saw that almost the entire side of the house that looked toward the ocean wasthrough the , it was obvious the air outside was even colder than at home

He didn’t care about that Josiah loved it

Tristan turned off the engine "Hey"

Josiah looked his way

"Thank you For listening For everything"

Everything was finally going right They ht still be a mess, but to him, they were perfect

CHAPTER TWENTY

Tristan