Epilogue:
NINE MONTHS LATER.
Grayson.
I drove home from Little River, my car full of the thousands of things Nevaeh had asked for the babies. All the things she wanted in the house before they were born. Nappies and blankets, and a cot and a car seat.
Phew.
I pulled up behind the back of the house and sat for a while.
So much had changed in so little time.
I was stronger and more assertive than I’d ever been, and our family was flourishing.
I grabbed some bags from the passenger seat and went to open the door when I saw her.
My mate. Waddling over to Claire’s house and knocking on her door. She leaned back over a hand pressed into her spine, her massive belly protruding forward.
Nevaeh had been a dream come true, in every sense of the word.
She was hardworking and tough, but sup
