Sitting at the table in Deb’s house, Justin has a lot to be thankful for. After hearing that Eddie was dead and they were finally free, the three went to Hirshhorn with Molly’s friends and mingled with everyone as they should do… for an hour. And then they returned to the hotel and celebrated like their lives depended on it. And perhaps it did. Justin’s art received rave reviews and JT Kinney was invited to do more shows at various galleries in D.C., NY and even back in Europe. They spent only a few more days in D.C. before returning to Amsterdam. Decisions had to be made. And after some thought, they knew there was no real thought process to it. They wanted to return home. Home. To Pittsburgh. Molly loved her friends in Amsterdam and promised to keep in touch. Brian and Justin decided to keep their apartment in Amsterdam and knew they would have to visit often; not just to see friends, but also for business since Kinnetic was now global. They returned to Pittsburgh a few days before Thankgiving: tired, jet-lagged and wanting nothing more than to be left alone. But thankfully they weren’t. Debbie and the gang came by that very evening with dinner and they spent the rest of the night catching up and talking about the good times. Brian and Justin bought a large 5 bedroom home in Pittsburgh so that Molly could return to St. James Academy, Justin could return to PIFA, and Brian could continue being within driving distance of his office. Of course Molly’s first comment when she saw the four car garage was, “I have to get an awesome car for my 16th birthday!” They loved their new home, and they got along with their neighbors. Justin and Daphne hung out often. Everything was finally returning to how they should be. The nightmares were slowly ending. Each night was better than the one before. Life was good. Smiling, Justin looks around at his family. Everyone he loves is here with him. Yes, Justin has a lot to be thankful for this year. And thankfully, he has a wonderful family to share his thankfulness with. Molly smiles as she glances at her brother sitting beside her. Leaning in, she whispers, “You’re such a cornball.” Laughing, Justin turns to his sister and grins. He liked being a corn-ball. It was a good feeling. Chuckling, Molly shakes her head and continues to eat her dinner. Justin smiles, watching her for a moment. Life was good. Feeling soft lips press against his cheek, Brian asks softly, “Happy?” Turning to his husband, Justin smiles, “Yes.” “Me too.” Leaning in, they both kiss softly, ignoring the ooohs and aawwws from the table gawkers. Life was good.