Chapter 95 Epilogue

The soft sound of laughter filled the air as I watched Evangelina, radiant and glowing, hold our daughter Emma in her arms. It had been a year and four months since that first moment when I held Emma in my arms, a tiny, helpless being who, in such a short time, had become the center of our world. She was growing so fast, her big brown eyes sparkling with curiosity, and her infectious giggles echoed through our home, making every corner feel alive. Today was special. We were celebrating Emma's first word, a milestone that felt as monumental as everything we had overcome together. The house was filled with warmth and love, the kind of love I never thought possible, and the sense of joy was so tangible that it was almost overwhelming.