EPILOGUE
Alma Eight Months LaterMy life has never been what one would call normal. As original as my name, my story is mine alone. As brutal as it’s been beautiful, I wouldn’t give up this life for anything.
Soul-crushing love is rare, and I had it. If I’d known that I’d lose him so soon in our marriage, I would’ve married him all the same. A hundred times over. Five years with Leo is worth more than a million years of regular love. I don’t know if I’ll ever remarry. How is it possible to promise yourself to someone else when your heart will always be taken?
There is nothing beautiful or poetic in experiencing a great loss, but there is something incredible about surviving it.
The fortune from years ago that’s framed above our wedding photo in my bedroom couldn’t have been closer to th
