Epilogue
-Helena- Ten years later. “Emory, quit chasing your sister!” I yelled as my kids dashed past me and out the door. Joy giggled as her older sister pursued her around. Soon enough, my twin boys dashed out, hot on their trail. “Marcus! Quinn!” But none of my children listened. I sighed and tilted my head back. “Need me to fetch them?” Rina offered. She was a friend I had known for years and who lent a hand as I traveled back and forth between my mates, yet I shook my head and chuckled. “No, I know exactly where they’re headed.” I bid her farewell, then ventured outside and down the steps, spotting my children in the distance, making a beeline for their dads returning from their morning jog. They always rose early to run, and our kids had a knack for timing their return, eager to gree
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