Epilogue I - The Fifth Page

**Jessa – 3 Years Later**

Here I am, completely undone by seven pounds of squishy baby.

I cradle Corinne’s son in my arms, his tiny body wrapped in a pale blue blanket, his little fists opening and closing like he’s trying to find something.

One of his fingers wraps around mine and I forget how to breathe. My chest swells, my eyes sting, and I can’t stop smiling like an idiot.

God, he’s perfect.