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Epilogue 2 Gwyneth One year later “Don’t cry…I’m here…” I croak, patting my hand on a chubby chest and holding another chubby bottom so she can suck on my breast. Only…I’m not holding anything. I’m not sitting down either and I’m only touching the mattress. I startle, my eyes flying open. Our bedroom comes into sight with the pulled-down curtains that make it dark even though the clock on the wall reads ten in the morning. I fumble for the baby monitor, my heart beating so loudly, I hear it in my ears. Holy shit. Shit. Where are my babies? I clearly remember falling asleep breastfeeding Lily and rocking Logan back to sleep around two in the morning. Did I lose them somehow? Nate spends one night working late in the office, one night, and I lose our twins? They’re three months old—I think I got pregnant that day before Nate’s birthday a year ago. As soon as we found out the news, I was ecstatic, but that can’t be said about everyone else. Dad wondered if I was going to be fine with law