Page 123 of Margot

EPILOGUE

SUTTON

“Are you done practicing? It’s time for you to go.” Lennox looked at his watch with an impatient expression plastered all over his handsome face. I rolled my eyes and stood up. My back ached with every move I made.

“I’m ready,” I sighed. “I think I finally perfected that one part I couldn’t get,” I told him.

After I settled down from Margot’s integration, Lennox showed me a video of her playing the piano after DuBois got arrested. I was in awe at the original music that poured from her…fromus. It was fantastic.

I’d been trying to nail down the perfect melody ever since. It was the only piece of music that I couldn’t perfect in a few weeks. This one took months and months to make it just right.

“Here, let me put your shoes on for you,” Lennox knelt down and slipped my soft leather ballet flats over my swollen feet. Being seven months pregnant was tough on my body. I didn’t care though. I’d never been happier.

Lennox and I found out I was pregnant the day DuBois got sentenced to 50 years in prison for rape and child endangerment. The news made me so happy I threw up twice. Turns out it wasn’t the good news that made me throw up.

I was carrying a fucking bun in the oven.

Who knew?

“Thanks, baby,” I gushed. He guided me out of the door and to the car. If we didn’t hurry up, we were going to be late. I hated being late to an event.

After Margot integrated, I started writing. I wrote about Margot, I wrote about my experience with DID, I wrote until I poured everything onto paper.

I found out quickly that I had a knack for writing.

I published three books on coping with trauma and living with DID. The books did so well that I was asked to speak about mental health at conventions. I was an advocate for DID and I helped so many people learn how to cope and communicate with their alters.

I finally had something other than the piano to pour myself into. I still practiced the for hours every day though and I still played full-time for the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra. Shit, I don’t think I could leave the piano alone if I wanted.

My summer concert with the Philharmonic sold out night after night and they asked me to come back next year as principal pianist. Lennox and I were already preparing for the move to New York. It would be a good change of scenery for us.

“I can’t believe Howard wants me to speak at their commencement,” I grinned as Lennox drove.

“Why not? You’re a best-selling author and a Grammy-winning pianist. You’re a fucking rock star, Sutton.”

He always knew just what to say. He brought my knuckles to his lips and kissed them. I rubbed my round belly in circles and sighed as I watched the trees zip by.

I could finally give Lennox the love he deserved all because Margot taught me how to give myself the love I deserved. Now, I was able to flourish.

I was finally able to be happy.

I was finally able to be Sutton.

The end.

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