Chapter 159: Epilogue - Part II

Calla’s POV

Five Years Later…

Five years, apparently, could change a lot about a burned forest.

There was still a long way to go, of course. The oak we’d planted at Sylvie’s grave barely came up to Cleo’s hip, which Ivy had informed us this morning was technically called a sapling and not a tree, and Cleo had promptly informed her little sister that she was being a know-it-all, to which Ivy stuck