EPILOGUE
Grim
“Who’s the cutest little princess? It’s you! Yes, it’s you!”
I rolled my eyes at Bjarni peppering our daughter’s face with kisses in between cooing nonsense praise she was still much too young to understand.
But Astrid gurgled happily in response, her tiny fingers clinging to my brother’s blond beard as if he were the most delightful thing she had ever experienced in her short life.
Annabel had assured me that three months was far too young for her to have picked a favorite.
“If you want time with the baby, you’re gonna have to be forceful about it,” Magni said. He was sprawled on the other end of the large sofa, watching Bjarni babytalk at Astrid with measured patience. “He’s been hogging her for two hours straight.”
“Papa Magni is just cranky because he was on night
