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Epilogue

Four years later

“ It’s perfect,” I tell Logan, with his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

The two-story dream house sits on acres of land surrounded by fall foliage and it is finally complete.

I can’t wait to sit on the porch drinking my morning coffee and staring out into the distance toward the mountains.

After the wedding, we lived in our duplex, but Logan pitched the idea of building our own house.

Something we can call our own and grow old together in.

The house averaged about twenty-five hundred square feet. There’s more than enough space for our family. Next door sits another empty home which is basically a replica of ours.

Milly comes sprinting up from the side yard with a chew toy in her mouth and drops it at my feet. The slobber dripping from it is only an indication of just how playful our Australian cattle dog is. She was a rescue and fits right in with endless space for her to run and get the exercise she needs.

Our nearly two-year-old runs circles around Logan and me until I finally snatch him up, giving him the biggest squeeze. He deeply belly laughs in my arms.

There is only one problem. Even with the best dog in the world and a toddler we’d do anything for, there is still something missing…