ELLE EPILOGUE Eight months later The house looked like it had been hit by a hurricane. There were open suitcases and half-folded clothes everywhere. Raymond kept insisting he had packed everything essential, but judging by the lone sock sticking out of the side of his duffel bag, I suspected otherwise. “We are only going for a week, not relocating to another continent,” I teased as I folded Mica’s tiny sundresses into her bag. Raymond lifted an eyebrow. “I’m just being prepared.” “For what? A family vacation or a natural disaster?” He smirked. “Both. You never know.” Mica skipped into the room with her pink backpack bouncing behind her like a tail. “Mommy! Daddy! I’m ready! I even packed my teddy and my crayons and the drawing I made for the baby so he won’t be scared in your tummy during the airplane flight.” I smiled and cupped her little chin. “That’s very thoughtful, sweetheart.” She beamed with so much that she actually looked like the sun. Which she actually was t
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