Epilogue
One Year Later
SURO stood with the girl who had him wrapped around her finger, looking out at Lake Michigan through the plate glass window of their Magnificent Mile penthouse condo. She was under a foot tall, and did little more than cry and poop, but he loved her more than he would have thought possible two years ago, when the thought of settling down again and having more children would have seemed like an inconceivable dream.
“See that big body of water?” he said to the drowsy baby. “That is Lake Michigan. Your mother never used to be able to see it at night, but now she can say oyasuminasai to it every night before we go to bed. That’s Japanese for ‘good night.’”
Gracie, who had never known a life outside their penthouse and would grow up with this luxurious view, didn’
