Epilogue
Ash
Over a year later
I splashed cold water on my face and blotted it with a towel. As I lowered it, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My ponytail was falling down on one side, and I hadn’t noticed the blob of oatmeal on my shoulder before.
Laughing softly, I shrugged. Babies were messy. Reaching into the shower for a washcloth, I wiped the oatmeal off my shoulder and then tossed it in the hamper. There was no sense in changing my shirt. Not yet. Apparently, I’d been walking around with oatmeal as a part of my outfit for most of the day.
Walking out of the bathroom, I began, “I have a new fashion statement. Oatmeal is the thing…” My words slowed and quieted when I caught sight of Mack and our baby girl.
Mack was sacked out on the couch with Molly cradled in the crook o
