Some time later, whether months or years, Jim slept in his bed, down the hall from his three adopted sisters. In the dark, a ring he had worn around his neck all that time glowed a soft blue. Into the quiet of the night slipped a gentle voice.

Hope.

Author's Note

And here's the end. I had the epilogue in mind for awhile, but it took me awhile to figure out how to make it work with the previous chapter. I think what I settled on works pretty well. Also thought about putting this as part of the last chapter but it really is an epilogue and not a proper part of that chapter.