Connor thought about all the students who felt lost or alone, who carried secrets or struggled with challenges that seemed insurmountable.
Maybe tomorrow one of them would need help, and maybe Connor would be there to offer it. Inside the apartment, Harper was settling down for the night, her anxiety managed by medication and therapy, but also by the knowledge that she wasn’t facing her challenges alone.
Across town, Zoe was probably reviewing her coursework, but also texting with friends and planning weekend activities like any normal college student.
And somewhere in a corporate boardroom or luxury hotel, Catherine Wells was learning to balance her protective instincts with her daughter’s need for authentic relationships.
They were all different than they’d been six months ago, changed by loss and discovery, by the risk of loving people whose lives didn’t fit into neat categories.
Connor understood now that some of the best things in life came from unexpected places, from moments when you chose to help a stranger or open your door to someone who needed what you had to offer.
The last thing Connor saw before heading inside was a shooting star streaking across the clear Colorado sky. He didn’t make a wish.
He didn’t need to. Everything he’d dared to hope for was already here, imperfect and complicated, but real in a way that security protocols and corporate strategies could never replicate. Tomorrow would bring new adventures for their unlikely family, and Connor was ready for all of them.
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