Epilogue
“That was some story,” Tanner says. He gestures to the studio audience and then back to Tasha as she sits regally in her chair at center stage. The audience hums with applause that sound like waves in Tasha’s ears.
“And it’s all true, I assure you. I took more allowances with timelines in High Moon than the birth story I’ve told today.”
“Wow.” Tanner regards her pink scars and lingers, a bit too long, on her swollen breasts. “Obviously, you’re fine. You survived.”
“Yes, more than survived. I still have a lot of scars from the birth, of course, but I’m good. All thanks to Chad, his animals, and Lydia. But especially Lydia—she was there for me, like she always was. I can’t believe it took me until the longest night of the year to truly see it and say something about it. But some
