She ran her hands through her hair and shut her eyelids tightly. “I miss you both. I wish you were here so I could make mistakes and you could teach me how to do it right. I didn’t get a goodbye. I don’t get one more ‘We love you, Peyton.’ I don’t get anything else in life with you. And that’s what makes me hate the hotel and this town. They’re all constant reminders. But now… Now, the hotel’s gone. And soon enough, Callum will be gone, too. I’ve never hated life more than right now. But I’m going to try. I’m going to build our hotel my way, and whether or not I have this town’s support means nothing. I’m doing this for me and for you both. I’m a Spencer, and I’ll be damned if I let a fire take away what we’ve done for this town. I will make this a bright light in a town with so much disbelief. It’ll be like a beacon in the fog,” she promised—not only to her parents, but also to herself.
Minutes turned into two hours as she sat at their graves. She didn’t say anything more. She had neglected to visit because it had been too hard. She had hid in her loneliness, afraid of the world. Peyton reminisced on the good times and what loving parents she’d had. She had been blessed to have them, and even though she hadn’t been able to keep them, she had the memories. She still had the house. That house with the cherry blossom tree in the backyard would always be her home.
Suddenly, she heard the footsteps but didn’t bother turning as someone sat next to her. She didn’t have to know who it was that had followed her to the cemetery. Peyton took his hands and threaded her fingers with his.
This is also home.
“I thought you’d be here,” Callum said.
Peyton shifted her gaze to him and smiled. “Thank you for visiting them,” she said, acknowledging the cherry blossoms.
He let go of her hand and uttered, “It’s been four years. Long overdue,” before he wrapped his arm around her, holding Peyton tight.
She let her head rest on his shoulder. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”
They sat quietly with her long-gone loved ones. She had never felt more loved by him than she did in that moment. A moment she thought she’d never have—Callum by her side at her parents’ grave. She memorised the way he breathed, how long he inhaled, and the space of each heartbeat hers made when in his arms. It was about collecting the memories she’d reflect on. The sometimes moments she would appreciate and love later in life.
“I have something for you,” Callum said, breaking their silence.
Peyton straightened her back and turned to face him. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of folded paper. Then he stared at it for a long second before he handed it to her.
Her eyes looked back and forth between Callum and paper, unsure of what it contained. When she unfolded it, her eyes watered at the sight.
“I made it last night while you slept, so it isn’t to scale or anything. I know it’s rough, but it’s just an idea. We’ll work on it,” he said.
Peyton took in the black-ink drawing of a Victorian-inspired building. She looked at the sketched path that led to the entry, and on either side were small drawings of a flower she recognised.
She looked up and asked, “Lavender?”
He nodded with a smile. “Graham’s always supported you, and I think it would be beautiful against the cream stones of the building.”
Then, as Peyton stared back at the sketch, her heart stopped at the sight of the door and what was above it. “The Spencer?” she breathed out, her eyes filling with tears.
“It’s time you started new, Peyton. This rebuild is about you, not the town. This town doesn’t deserve to have their name even close to yours or the hotel,” he explained.
The Spencer.
She let those two words replay through her mind. In that moment, life made sense and hope returned to her. She dropped the paper in her lap and grabbed his face.
“I love you,” she said with as much honesty and purity as she could voice out loud. Tears rolled down her face, but she didn’t care. “I love you,” she said once more before she kissed him fully on the mouth.
She had all but forgiven him. He had given her a path in life to take and she would. He had given her a form of freedom to be her own. He had given her the chance to be who she was instead of what the town believed her to be.
“I forgive you,” she said against his lips.
Callum stilled instantly and pulled back. “What?” he said breathlessly. His eyes were wide in disbelief.
“Callum Reid, you have your redemption,” she confirmed.
His eyes glazed over in unshed tears and his hands wrapped around her wrists. “Thank you,” he breathed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
For the first time in a long time, she gave him the most honest and truthful smile she could make. Her mouth inched closer to his, ready to be lost in the pleasures of his lips, but her phone vibrated in her pocket, interrupting them. That’s when she let out a groan, pulled it out, and looked at the screen. She quickly swiped across to answer the call.
“June, this is a surprise!” Peyton’s voice hitched higher and she moved back from Callum.
“Peyton, I saw the news. Your hotel,” June said unbelievably.
“Jenny was going to call you later. I’m sorry to have to cancel your spring booking,” Peyton said, devastated not to have June at her hotel working on another album.
“Oh, I’ll still be coming in spring. I’ll just stay at your place. You, Peyton Spencer, are a great person to run songs with. Do you need me to come help out?”
Peyton heard someone play a song she had never heard and she knew June was in the recording studio. That’s when the idea hit her.
“Callum, does Marissa like June Sinclair?” she asked.
His mouth dropped. “Marissa loves June. Is that who you’re talking to?”
Peyton nodded her head. “June, I have a wedding next Saturday. Do you mind performing? We’ll discuss an appearance fee and everything.”
June laughed lightly. “We’re friends, Peyton. I’ll only do it for free. The band and I will be up Saturday morning. See you then!”
“See you then, June.” Peyton hung up with a large grin on her face.
When she looked down at Callum’s rough design, her heart twitched at the sight of The Spencer he had drawn her.
I will make his plan a reality.
Eight days passed. Eight days of clean-up and planning. Eight days, she spent with him, loving him harder. But those days passed far too quickly. Setting up Marissa and Oliver’s wedding took up most of their time. When he wasn’t with her, Callum was redesigning his rough draft of The Spencer onto blueprints. People in town stopped by the burned remains and offered their condolences, but Peyton kept her head down and thanked them. The town had lost a source of income—that, she was aware of—but she couldn’t dwell too much thought on anything other than the hotel.
Investigators who had searched the remains had put the accident down as an electrical fire that had come from the kitchen. But Peyton knew the source. The dishwasher—the same one Jay was meant to have fixed weeks ago. Peyton hadn’t told them, though. She’d just agreed that the burning of her hotel had been an accident. Jay’s mistake had cost her, but she wouldn’t let him go to jail for faulty electrician work. No matter how much wrong he had done to her.