Chapter 18
The next time Wendy heard about Ethan, it was on the courthouse news..
He’d killed Lena, then calmly called the police to confess.
Before the officers arrived, he’d handed his lawyer an inheritance document–leaving everything to his wife in Lumière, Wendy Winslow.
On the day Ethan was sentenced to death, Wendy and Jason married.
In the chapel, Wendy walked toward Jason in a white gown, holding his golden forget–me–nots.
The usually composed Jason wept openly.
They exchanged rings, officially becoming each other’s most cherished person amid cheers.
Their wedding night was passionate.
As Wendy slept, she dreamed again–this time vividly.
Her smiling son stood in a field of forget–me–nots, running toward her.
This time, she caught him.
Giggling, the boy pressed a bouquet into her hands.
“Mommy, I have waited so long in line! Now I can be your baby again!”
“What do you mean?” Wendy asked, confused.
Wait for me, okay?”
Before she could ask again, golden light flashed, and the boy shrank into a tiny orb, burrowing into her belly.
Wendy woke with a smile, instinctively touching her stomach.
A month later, her period was late, and she kept feeling nauseous.
Though she insisted she was fine, Jason called their family doctor.
After an examination, the doctor beamed. “Congratulations–you’re pregnant.”
“Really?!” Jason’s eyes welled up as he kissed Wendy repeatedly.
Sunlight streamed through the window, gilding Wendy’s joyful face.
“My son,” she whispered, caressing her belly as if speaking to him. “This time, I’ll make sure you’re born safe and happy.”
The scent of forget–me–nots filled the room.
A new life would write a new story.
The past was finally laid to rest, fading into the dust of time.
