He Priced Me At A Penny So I Married Another Chapter 39
After the event, Carol and I stayed one more night in Philadelphia.
On the train back to Boston, she fell asleep against the window, still clutching the Sewing Room’s sign-in ledger.
I slipped it into her bag for her.
My phone buzzed with a forwarded message.
Tori’s public correction had remained posted for the full thirty days. On the last day, she shut down the account.
Derek’s correction was still there, but the page hadn’t been updated in a long time.
I glanced at it and didn’t tap.
When the train passed that familiar platform, I messaged Everett.
“We’re almost there.”
He replied, “I’m at the exit. The quilt’s been aired out, too.”
Boston had just had rain, and the air smelled of damp leaves.
Everett took Carol’s luggage, then handed me the car keys.
“I parked a little far. Want to drive?”
Carol laughed beside us.
“He’s worried you’ll say he took the wrong route again.”
When we got home, the pale yellow quilt was already spread across the bed.
The patched place was still visible.