Chapter EPILOGUE ONE

JOSEF

Sourdough Sundays

were a regular thing now.

It was already late June, and the sun was shining down on the stone tiled patio behind Marat’s new mansion.

The beach sat just beyond the wrought iron gate, accessible by a staircase which was equipped with another gate on the bottom and the best damn security system money could buy.

I should know.

My company designed and installed it. Not to mention the half dozen men that were always on site, circling the grounds and keeping everyone safe.

Sofia, Destiny, Meredith, and even Ellie and her son Sammy sometimes joined in on these weekly get-togethers with Adrik, Marat, me, and even Andres.

The star, of course, was the bread. Ellie was something of an expert and after the first few tries and failures, she’d given a sort of mini demonstration of how to build an effective starter and how to bake actual bread.