I sink down onto the edge of the bed and sigh. “Maybe, no matter what we choose, we’ll be missing out on something,” I say. “I guess there is no ‘right’ answer here. But Karl…” Karl lifts his gaze to meet mine, and it’s clear that he knows what I’m about to say before I can even say it. “I do fe

“Noted.” Chloe smirks and grabs her phone up off the table, moving over to her bed. In the background, I can see what looks like a men’s suit jacket hanging on one of the four posters. “Chloe,” I say with a gasp. “Is your gentleman caller there?” Chloe blushes, but doesn’t deny it. “Logan is in

I swallow. “I just want to do what’s best for my mate,” I find myself murmuring. “And our child.” At the mention of mine and Abby’s child, I can’t help but notice how Reginald’s eyes seem to soften a bit. Maybe he sees a bit of himself in us. Maybe he wants to make things right for our next genera

“Karl.” “Abby.” He’s standing in a small clearing, surrounded by rose bushes and flickering candles. Behind him is a small gazebo upon which a lone violinist is playing a beautiful classical piece. Karl holds his arms open to me, and I jog up to him, giggling in his embrace. “What’s all this?”

As the new servers repeat Daisy’s orders, I can’t help but turn to Chloe with a look of surprise on my face. “She’s certainly come far, hasn’t she?” I whisper. Chloe smirks. “It’s a bit hard to believe where she came from, isn’t it?” Next, the two of us walk further; we stop just outside the kit