Chapter 102

By the time the middle of May rolled around, they’d settled into a calming routine, deeply rooted in collaboration, respect, and love. That alone was worth celebrating. But another reason presented itself, too. Kenna’s birthday was on the twentieth, and his own had come and gone eight days earlier. They decided to go out to a pizzeria about halfway between the two dates in order to mark the occasion. Mushrooms and pepperoni for Dakota, green peppers and onions for Kenna.