South-Side Renascent || c.g.

Epilogue

Cailee

Two Years Later

"Good morning, baby," Carl said, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"Good morning, husband," I smiled and turned around in his arms. Carl and I had been married for a year and a couple of months. "I love saying that."

"I love hearing you say it," He pressed a soft kiss onto my lips, "What time are you going to your next house?"

"In a little bit. When are you heading into the station?"

"After I drop Cody off at school. I'm riding with Mr. Winslow again today," he said. About a few months after Carl got back from the military, he worked his ass off at the police academy. I was so proud of him when he got hired at the Chicago Police Department. Being a police officer was dangerous, but he handled four years of fighting for our country— he could handle this.

"Alright baby. You better go wake her up. She's just like you in the morning."

He smiled and pecked my lips again, "Yes, ma'am."

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I pulled up in front of a beautiful Victorian style house and parked. I was meeting with a client about redecorating their home and I was pretty excited about it. The place was huge.

I got out of my car with my design book in hand and made my way up the long walkway and staircase. I rang the bell and after a few seconds, a small, middle-aged woman opened the door.

"Hi, I'm Cailee Gallagher from Interior Illusions! You must be Mrs. Langdon," I reached out to shake her hand.

"Hi! I'm so glad you could make it on such short notice. Please come in," she smiled and invited me inside. The place really was huge. I was gonna have a blast putting my own touch on it. She escorted me into the living room and we took a seat on the couch.

"Your house is beautiful, Mrs. Langdon," I smiled and placed my design book on my lap.

"Thank you, darling. I do believe it needs a little something more though."

"That's why I'm here to help!" I smiled and she grinned. "Were you looking to do anything in particular as far as the decor?"

"I was thinking of something modern but not too modern," she explained.

"I have a few designs in my book that'll work perfectly," I set my design book on the coffee table and flipped through pages until I found the semi-modern decor and furniture. As we were talking and looking over different things, I started feeling a little queasy.

"You ok, dear? You look a little pale?" Mrs. Langdon asked me.

My heart rate picked up and I gagged a little, "M-May I use your restroom?"

"Of course, first door on the left," She pointed down a long hallway and I scurried straight to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and dropping down on my knees in front of the toilet. After a few minutes, I finished puking and washed my hands. I cleaned my face off with a wet sheet of paper towel and flushed it. What the hell was that all about? I felt fine earlier.