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A wedding.

And a baby.

Oh my days. What a meal. What a family.

“I’m going to be an uncle.” Enzo turns to me, his face beaming, his eyes shining. I lean into him. “Yes.”

One day perhaps, one day … but I don’t want to rush too fast into the future. I want to enjoy what Enzo and I have now. Savor every little step in our journey.

His fingers find mine under the table, and his thumb brushes over my knuckles. I look around me and see the chaos and laughter. The sheer joy of family.

I want to soak in every single second and take every memory of today with me because for the first time in my life, I know exactly what home feels like.

Epilogue

MOLLY

I'm at home. In New York now.

I just walked through the door with Enzo. He picked me up from the airport. It's Friday night and I'm back for the weekend.

My life is so surreal these days. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure this is not a dream.

I'm in Chicago during the week, back at Oakleigh with my children and Miss T. And I go to New York whenever Enzo and I can make it work. Which we do, because we said we would.

“Coffee?” Enzo asks.

“Yes, please.”

I drop my bag and wander into the living room. I've been here enough times now that the apartment doesn't seem as intimidating as it did the first time. There are little pieces of me creeping into Enzo's immaculate world.

A bright yellow mug in his kitchen. A cardigan I left draped over the back of one of his chairs last week. He hasn't moved it. There are two books on his coffee table that definitely don't belong to him.

I stop when I see something new on the bookshelf.

A photograph.

I walk towards it. Then my heart stops. “Oh my days.”

It's us. In Central Park near the Alice in Wonderland statue.

I pick up the frame. The photograph is slightly grainy, the colors not quite right. Nothing like the perfect photographs taken on phones these days. And I remember it immediately. The tourist. The disposable camera.

That day.

I'm laughing in the photograph, my mouth open, one hand lifted as if I'm in the middle of telling Enzo something terribly important.

I'm not even looking at the camera.

But neither is Enzo.

He's looking at me.

I bring the photograph closer. I hadn't seen it then. How could I? But I see it so clearly now.

The expression on his face. Soft, almost amused. But there's something else. Something that makes my heart do a triple somersault inside my chest.

Enzo comes and stands behind me.