EPILOGUE — MEDINA POV
Five years later
After that horrible night, after which I woke up in a pool of blood, I never thought I’d end up here.
Maybe in my previous life I dreamt of a loving family, a husband and a bunch of kids... but then... I was certain there was no way in hell I was going to have a happy ending.
Not in some metaphorical, poetic sense.
I mean literally.
Sitting on a log in the middle of the woods, a fire crackling in front of me, the smell of burnt sugar and smoke in the air, a sticky-fingered toddler trying to climb up my leg while Ethan argued with a marshmallow like it could understand him. Like it had a sparkle of life in it.
This was not—
This was not part of any plan I had ever made.
Not in my wildest fantasies I ever thought I could be this happy.
Honestl
