EpilogueIn the southern part of the Dominican Republic, summer was especially merciless, yet the light, humid breeze drifting in from the Caribbean Sea softened the edge of that oppressive heat. Slipping out to the beach early in the morning, I decided to be alone for a while and indulge in a bit of quiet reflection about life. The barely audible wash of the waves sounded like a soothing melody—exactly what I needed right now.A couple of days ago, I found out that I was truly pregnant, and suddenly far too many thoughts were crowding my mind. Owning a home—our own home—had become essential to me, a place where these two little troublemakers would grow up. Arthur stubbornly refused to talk about our future, sending me off to the beach to “rest” every single time I tried to bring it up. I had already figured out that we were on our honeymoon—but what would come after that?Lately, Arthur had been spending an alarming amount of time with his laptop and phone. Since he mostly spoke in t
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