Epilogue
Five Years Later
“Zoooom!”
Clay laughed and chased after his daughter, Cassidy. She was two going on three, and her little legs were racing ahead of him as she tried to escape the dreaded torture of putting on shoes.
“Daddy, flying!”
“All right, baby girl.” He scooped her up in his arms and flew her around the room, like an airplane.
She squealed and giggled until he flopped them both down onto her small bed. He scooted her so that she was on his knee, and he started bouncing her up and down.
“Again. Again!”
“No more airplane for now,” he said. “First, shoes.”
“No shoes. Airplanes, Daddy. Airplanes.”
“You sound just like your Uncle Brady,” he said with a laugh as he scooped up her hot-pink sparkle shoes off the ground and started fitting them to her feet.
He and Andrea
