Chapter 76 Epilogue
- I smiled as I gently took little Emma from Eva. She was a perfect miniature of Ezra, with his striking eyes, his lips, everything. The resemblance was uncanny.
- "She doesn't look like me at all, and I carried her for nine months," Eva said, her tone a mix of humor and frustration, making me burst out laughing.
- "Maybe your next child will look exactly like you," I teased, and she scoffed, rolling her eyes.