EPILOGUE LAYNE Two years laterWalking through the garage door, I’m immediately greeted by a fluffy black-and-white fur ball, jumping up on his hind legs to paw and lick at my knees, his tail wagging like crazy.
“Well, hi there, Scooty-Scoots. How are you? How was your day?” I coo at him, closing the door behind me and squatting down to pet him.
Scooter rolls over onto his back so I can scratch his belly, and I happily do so. I love coming home to this little ball of love after a long day at work—even if it was only a half day. But there’s someone else I’m more excited to see right about now. Well, three other people, actually.
“Babe, is that you?”
I follow Griffin’s voice into the kitchen, where he’s sitting at the table feeding our twin daughters who are both strapped into a special
