Epilogue
David — Three Years Later
“Stop wringing your hands,” I said.
“I can’t help it,” Sutton murmured.
I reached out and grabbed Sutton’s hand in mine. A diamond ring glinted on her left hand. In May, just a few months before Jason had started kindergarten, we’d tied the knot in a small private ceremony on a beach in California. With our collective friends and family around us, it had been magical and beyond my wildest dreams.
“He’s going to be excited.”
“Am I more worried that he hated kindergarten or loved it? Because maybe, if he hated it, we could keep him out another year. Or better yet, homeschool,” she suggested.
“You are not homeschooling him. He loves other kids. It would be a travesty.”
“I know,” she groaned. “But I miss him even though I work all day, and I kno
