I pulled up outside Rachel's apartment building and turned off the engine. The mid-autumn wind blew dead leaves across the road, and I pulled my coat tighter around myself before grabbing my bag from the passenger seat.

Two weeks ago, I wouldn't have believed I could get this far.

When I reached Rachel's door and knocked, she opened it almost immediately.

"Hey," she said, smiling. "Come in. It's freezing out there."

"Hi, Rachel." I stepped inside. "Sorry if I'm a few minutes late. The traffic downtown was terrible."

"You're fine. Thomas only got here a moment ago."

Over the past fourteen days, Rachel and I had worked together to undo...