Our final chapter looks like this: Chloe just texted me from her dorm room (she moved out last fall). She sent a photo of her and Derek at a concert, captioned: “Miss your grouchy face. Don’t be a stranger.”

When people search for “life with a flirty stepsister final better,” I think they’re hoping for a steamy romance novel ending. But the real “final better” is quieter. It’s better because: