Epilogue

Layla’s POV

Five years later…

“I’m coming to get you!” She laughed, giggles that spread through the air and caused even the birds to be ashamed of their sounds.

“Mommy!” She stopped under the cherry tree and lifted her little arms in the air.

I ran toward her, lifting her and swinging her around in the air. “How can a girl be this intelligent, beautiful and kind all at once?”

She lowered her head, attempted to raise a brow, and scolded me with her gaze. “And?” she said, stretching the word.

I leaned my forehead against hers and narrowed my eyes. “And strong,” I said, and we laughed.

She was content. Celine, my beautiful girl. The strongest girl I knew. Dressed in her beautiful pink dress with unicorns and rainbow horns. All ready to get one year older. Her mother, however, was not so ready.

I needed her to stop growing and stay this little forever.

“There are my girls. I saw a bunch of wrapped gifts in the house. Is it som