Epilogue

I closed the door to the bedroom as softly as I could, tiptoeing away. Never say never. Geez, wasn’t that the truth? I stuck my head in the girls’ room. “Can you girls please turn that down? I just put the twins down for their nap. Took me forever.”

Cammy rolled her eyes playfully as Lauren leaned over her books and pressed something on the speaker that sat on the nightstand.

“Look, Mom,” she said, lifting her tablet so I could see. “It’s the dress I told you I want for the dance.”

I glanced at it then gave her a knowing look. “Did you talk to Dad about that yet?”

Instantly, both my brace-faced daughters were rolling their eyes. “Oh my God! It’s just a two-hour after-school dance. He probably won’t even be home.”

“Doesn’t matter,” I said, walking in and getting a better look at the dress. “It’s cute.” I smiled then lifted a brow. “But you still have to at least talk to him about it, Lauren. We’ve been through this before.”