Bonus Epilogue
Three Years Later
At thirty-seven weeks pregnant, once I get down on the floor, I’m not getting up again without help. But there’s one box left that hasn’t been unpacked from our move from the townhouse to our new single family home (with backyard!) on the outskirts of St. Anastasia. I haven’t been able to get that box out of my mind all morning thanks to these intense urges to nest.