Epilogue
Ells Hall
Sunday, April 22, 2012
11:33 a.m.
The cool spring morning slid toward a sultry, lazy sunny day.
Her large, black-haired, rugged husband lay sprawled on a huge blanket made of the MacCraig’s tartan colors with their dark-haired son, his spitting image, lying on his naked chest.
Sophia had a strange sense of dejá vu as she heard the baby’s giggles over a deeper rumbling laughter. She could see them there, only a few inches away from her as she leaned on her elbow next to them. And with a dreamy sensation, she stretched out her hand to touch them almost not believing all the changes she had unquestioningly welcomed in her life.
Alistair’s familiar shoulder was hard and stable as rock and her hand moved for her son’s cheek, its softness completely fascinating her. The
