EPILOGUE
Jonathan was rushing to an interview. He had just come from lunch with Emilie at The Shop. He probably would not have been behind schedule had Marcus not shown up with his third girlfriend in as many months and dragged lunch even further. It was three years to the day of the fateful crash of Azania Jet, flight 187. At every anniversary, Emilie would make sure they spent some time alone to simply appreciate how fortunate they were, even over a quick lunch. The crash had almost ended everything, but here they were now, with so much to be grateful for. They were now happily married with two-year-old twins, a boy and a girl named Jonas and Emma.
The twins were spending the day with their grandmother, Mrs. Mosha, who had moved out of the beautiful home she once shared with Mr. Mosha
