Epilogue

EPILOGUE

FALLON

I stared down at the pregnancy test in my trembling hand, the digital display mocking me with its undeniable truth. Three tests, three identical results. It wasn't a false positive like I had desperately hoped after the first one. I was pregnant.

Fuck.

Panic surged through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses as I struggled to process the reality of my situation. As I thought about the father.

This wasn't how I had pictured my life unfolding. I was supposed to be helping my brothers and best friend run the NYC Triad, not grappling with the weight of impending motherhood. But as I mulled over my options, there was only one clear road ahead—I would bring this baby into the world surrounded by my love.

The thought sent a wave of uncertainty crashing over me, threatening to engulf me in a sea of doubt and fear. I wasn't ready for this. Fuck, I didn't even know if I would ever be ready. But deep down, beneath the layers of apprehension and anxiety, there was a tiny glimmer of something else—hope.

Hope that maybe, just maybe , this unexpected twist of fate could lead to something beautiful. Something worth fighting for. As I traced a finger over the faint lines on the pregnancy test, I made a silent vow to myself and to the life growing inside me—I would do whatever it took to give them the best possible chance at happiness, even if it meant sacrificing my own.