Epilogue
Six Years Later
Sara
“Papa! Papa!”
I look up from my laptop as my five-year-old barrels through the door, his cheeks pink from the cold and his boots tracking snow everywhere. Not noticing me on the couch, he runs straight to Peter in the kitchen, launching his small body at him at full speed.
Grinning, my husband steps away from the birthday cake and catches him in his powerful arms, lifting him to twirl him above his head.
Charlie’s laughing shrieks fill the air, mixing with our dog’s excited barking, and my chest squeezes—as it does every time I see that look on Peter’s darkly handsome face.
Joy. Such unrestrained joy.
I’ll never tire of seeing the two of them together.
My tormentor-turned-lover and our son.
If happiness could be defined in an image, this would be it
