EPILOGUE
SIX WEEKS LATER, I stood in front of the oven in our new kitchen, in our new cabin, in our new forest, waiting for my cake to rise. I’d taken the recipe for an orange cake and replaced all the orange parts with grapefruit. Would it be edible? I had no idea, but I figured it was worth a try.
Titch lay at my feet, my little shadow, although he wasn’t so small anymore. I loved the way he stayed close to me even if it meant I tripped over him from time to time. When we moved in two weeks ago, he’d come with us, and now he had his paws firmly under the table. The hand-carved oak table imported from Scandinavia that arrived after Xav got distracted by my pregnancy boobs and told Bradley to order whatever furniture he wanted. The matching chairs looked a little unusual with their crack
