Two Pink Lines

EPILOGUE

SLOANE

One Year Later… I PRESSED my hand to my stomach, then looked back at the plastic applicator wand on the bathroom counter. I never thought two pink lines could mean so much to me, but apparently, they do.

“Sloane, are you ready, babe?” Maeve called out from the other side of the bathroom door. We were in a hotel suite getting ready for my wedding to Rocco, a day that was already ama