C124 EPILOGUE

JUNE

Peering down at my baby, I tried not to shed a tear. Martha Mary Storm was the name Kristen gave to her, in honour of the two women who played significant roles in our life.

I tenderly caressed her red hair, which was so much like her father's. The only thing she picked after me was her honey-brown eyes.

She produced noises in her throat, and I did the same