Epilogue
Danny smiled as a girl with red hair ran into her legs and hid herself in her dress.
"Mummy, why does dad have a scar on his back?" she asked, pointing at Regan’s bare back as he chopped wood in the bright afternoon sun.
With ease, my wife picked up Emily and kissed her on forehead. "Dad used to fight a lot, before he was your dad."
"Cooool! Like me?" Another redhead ran towards mother and daughter as he waved a stick above his head. I couldn't but smile as I watched the two children cling to the love of my life. The story of why Regan had a long scar on his back was not one my children should hear at this age. Never was even better.
I grazed my fingertips over my ribs, over the memory of another story I never wanted Aspen and Emily to know. But with a carefree Danny in front
