EPILOGUE

VIVIAN

Thanksgiving wasn’t this big of a deal for me. Growing up, it was just another day. Sometimes I had an extra helping of pudding after dinner, but that was about it. There wasn’t a whole lot to be thankful for as a foster kid. But now, I have a million and one reason to be thankful.

Amelia was asleep in my arms. She was a deep sleeper, sucking quietly on her thumb while unaware of the rambunctious goings on at the Phillips house. Jesse was holding Adam, who —unlike his sister— rarely ever slept at all. My son was so alert and curious, always looking about with his...