“What about me?” Brystol asked, holding her hands up. She laughed as her parents pulled her into a hug. “Hey, what do you think about me changing my last name? I’m already using Holmes at school; might as well make it official.”
Bowie leaned back so he could look at his daughter and then stared at Brooklyn. She could see it in his eyes, wondering how he . . . no, how they . . . got so lucky.
Deep down, they both knew. Time. It was time they had needed to grow up and accept themselves for who they were all along.