Some Mysteries Are Unsolvable

Time went on. Nathan continued going to therapy every week in an effort to believe that this wasn't all his fault and that he deserved to be happy. That he could be happy without feeling responsible for everyone else. 

When his lease ended, he and Sierra pooled their resources to buy a house. It wasn't anything special but it had three bedrooms and a room specifically meant to be an office since it had a glass door rather than a wooden one. 

It was in one of the older, cheaper parts of town but he didn't mind. It was only a twenty-minute drive to go see the Carlins, which was about the same as it had been when he lived in his first apartment. 

With both a front yard and a backyard, Sierra was in gardening heaven. That didn't mean she was any less enthusiastic about her houseplants though.