Epilogue
“I can’t believe we are married!” I was bouncing on the bed in our motel room.
I was sure that our room wasn’t up to Sam’s usual standards, but he had been willing to go wherever I wanted for our honeymoon, and he seemed perfectly content here.
Marta’s motel had been my escape when I realized that I had a choice to make between the Davis twins, and I had thought it would be nice to come full circle by returning here. It had been terrific to see Marta again, and to discover that she and Danny had found happiness together after all of these years.
I gave her some pictures of Anna and she displayed them on the front counter, right beside her own grandchildren’s pictures. She had made us promise to come back sometime and bring the baby with us, rather than leaving her with family.
