EPILOGUE

Corbin

I can't remember the last time our living room looked this full, because baby gear crowds the corners, adults squeeze onto the couches, and food covers every surface like we planned a party and then forgot tables exist.

Harlow stands near the kitchen with Mia Rose on her hip, and Mia keeps patting Harlow’s cheek with sticky hands like she’s handing out blessings. Beck hovers close, not beca