Epilogue
December, 1918
Leda finished breastfeeding her daughter and smiled up at Duncan. Outside, the beginnings of a snowstorm pelted flakes against the large window. The bedroom, however, was warm and cozy from the firelight. Ian’s laughter, followed by the high-pitched giggles of Robert and Ewan carried through the wall from the lads’ bedroom next door.
“Your daughter is ready for bed now, Duncan,” Leda said, standing up to pat Elspeth gently on her back.
Duncan touched the bairn’s head of dark curls reverently. “So’s her father,” he said softly.
Leda shook her head and carried Elspeth out into the hall. She stood in the doorway of the lads’ room, watching Ian in the middle of the bedside rug, being crawled on by two lads clinging to his pajamas and giggling. Leda frowned in
