Someone to Remember (Wild Widows #5)

Epilogue

Iris

We’re in bed on the plane, an hour from landing in Paris, when I receive a text from Taylor with a photo of her and her newborn son. Her smile is big, but her puffy eyes tell the true story of how devastation is coexisting with elation.

Say hello to Deacon William Lonergan, seven pounds, twelve ounces, nineteen inches.

Mom and baby are both doing well, all things considered.

Hope you have the best time on your trip and come by when you get home to meet Deacon.

Thank you for everything these last few weeks.