Epilogue
Malik stood on the porch and stared at the snowflakes falling from the deep blue sky. It was the first time he’d been able to stand and watch snow fall without fearing reprimand for not doing what he was told. He ran a hand through his hair. He’d never had hair before.
For as long as he could remember, his head had been shaved every day.
“What are you doing?”
Malik didn’t startle. He could always sense when Ivan was nearby, and he’d known Ivan had been standing behind him for a while now.
“Admiring the view.”
“So am I.” He chuckled and wrapped an arm around Malik’s middle. Malik pulled him closer.
“I wonder what they’re doing? What Remington is doing.”
Ivan sighed. “I’m sorry, babe. I know it must be hard.”
It was. Not one single day went by without Malik thinking abou
