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Chapter 10 - Epilogue: All Four of Us

Six months later, the Georgetown estate was filled with the sound of laughter, crawling feet, and the chaotic, beautiful symphony of four babies.

Lily was fourteen months old now, taking her first wobbling steps across the sunroom rug, her hands clutching a stuffed rabbit. In the center of the room sat a massive custom playpen where Jude, Micah, and Elias were waging a coordinated, giggling war against a pile of plush toys.

I stood by the French doors, holding a cup of coffee, watching the golden autumn sunlight flood through the trees outside just as it had in my mother's old photographs.

Behind me, strong arms wrapped around my waist, and a warm chin rested gently on my shoulder.

"Mrs. Vale," Roman murmured, pressing a soft kiss against my neck. "The car is waiting. Are we ready for the park?"

I turned in his arms, smiling up at my husband, adjusting the collar of his shirt just as I had on the train.

"Always," I said.

As we walked out into the crisp October air, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a text from an unknown number—or rather, a very familiar number from Daniel, who had finally learned his lesson about explanatory texts:

May you like

All four of the boys are strapped in. And before you ask, no, I am not counting myself this time.

I laughed, slipping my hand into Roman’s warm, strong palm as we walked down the stone path together—the billionaire, the single mother, and the family we had built out of the ashes of a train ride that changed the world.

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