Epilogue

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Claire waddled to the front garden, a cup of coffee in her hand.

Birds chirped a happy morning song, announcing early spring. The chill of the morning receded with the rising sun, and her lungs filled with the sea breeze.

"Good morning, love!" She said as she neared the exercising Roger. "Happy Valentine's Day—"

With the sentence unfinished, her expression froze. A sudden warmth spread beneath her, a gentle but insistent tide that couldn't be ignored. Confusion flickered across her features, her eyes widening as the realization dawned on her. Her heart pounded a thrilling rhythm—surprise, panic, joy—all woven into the fabric of her sudden new reality.

"Roger, we have to go to the hospital now! She's here."

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