Epilogue

Alana’s point of view. Fifteen years had swiftly passed through us, leaving an abundance of memories behind. The passage of time was clear to be seen, it was etched on the faces of my children– They were no longer the tiny chubby babies they once were. Seated gracefully at my vanity, I carefully adorned myself with the exquisite ruby jewellery set Alec had gifted me for our milestone 15th anniversary. While meticulously fastening the earrings, my gaze drifted fondly toward a photograph on the vanity, earning an immediate smile. Taken merely six months ago, it captured a moment of sheer (and rare) perfection among my lovely children. The photograph was a scene from our loved house in Dallas, framed against the enchanting backdrop of our dazzling backyard garden. Everyone loved that house so it was only right we took the photos there. Adam, poised on the left, emitting an air of maturity and seriousness, flanked by our second son, Tristan Killian Fisher. Tristan was a striking contra