Epilogue
The moment Delaney Young’s eyes opened, she realized there was something different about this day. It wasn’t the fact that the snow was coming down outside in sheets that drifted against the sides of the old farmhouse she shared with her grandmother, causing the interior to be more than a little chilly. It wasn’t the excitement that had filled her heart every December 25 since she was a little girl the moment she remembered it was Christmas morning. It wasn’t even memories of how much fun she’d had the night before dancing with her friends, celebrating her best friend’s wedding. No, something was unbelievably wonderful about this day—and despite all those other good things, none of them could compare to the thought that sent her heart racing and would’ve made her knees buckle had
