Epilogue

Jackson

Having five children was something of a blessing and a never-ending source of stress.

The only one who was calm was Alia, the little 13-year-old, who was reading a book she found interesting. Meanwhile, Eris was arguing with Alexander, Marco, and Daniel. The three of them were teasing her after she had damaged a suitcase of dolls that she intended to use to go to college.

“You're all assholes!” shouted Eris, fed up and storming out of the room.

“Will you say anything to my brothers?” I asked Alia, who was a female version of me and I denied it.

“No, I think someone else will,” I said and she smiled, knowing the answer.

“Go apologize to your sister!” shooed Alice in annoyance as she looked at the triplets. “This prank was very heavy and your sister always has to pay for the broken dishes of your witticisms. This time they tried not only her patience, but mine.”

“Mom—”

“No words will do for me not to scold them,” Alice said angrily. “Your sister is going off to college soon and