Epilogue
(Mira)
Five months later, I woke up to the sound of my daughter fussing in Ridge’s arms.
Not crying.
Not fully.
Just making that small angry sound she made when she wanted everyone to understand she was awake and unhappy about being awake alone.
I opened my eyes and turned my head.
Ridge stood near the window with Sarah against his chest, one large hand covering most of her tiny back while he moved her gently. He was shirtless, wearing only sweatpants, his hair messy from sleep, and his wedding ring catching the morning light every time he shifted her.
For a second, I didn’t say anything.
I just watched them.
Sarah Dalton was five weeks old, and somehow she had already taken over every part of the compound without knowing it. Harlow said it was because she had personalit
