It was January 1, 2026, the first day of a new year. A year that her Peter would not see. He would also not be there when she gave birth to their baby boy. Yes, she had finally allowed her gynecologist to tell her the sex of her child.  She had already decided on the baby’s name, Thomas Peter Anderson. His due date was March 11, 2026. She still cried herself to sleep every night. Even though Peter had wanted her to finish her law degree, after he was murdered in prison, she lost all ambition. The only thing she wanted to do was to stay home and take care of her Amelia. Perhaps she would go back to school eventually, but now was not the time. Her mother, Clarice, was her rock; she was by her side when she couldn’t seem to face another day without her husband, Peter. No, he had not just been her husband; he had been the love of her life. Her two dogs, Spot and Dante, were a Godsend. They seemed to know when she needed them the most. They both slept on her king-sized bed with her, something they had never done when Peter was alive. Somehow, they knew he was not coming back, and that it was OK for them to sleep in his spot on the bed. Some people might think it was strange, but their presence gave her comfort, and Dante certainly made her feel safer than she ever thought she would.

She hoped that, finally, the Anderson family would find some peace and that the war Peter/Devon had waged against the Black Dawn was finally over. So much blood had been spilled, and for what? Revenge, male ego, or just plain hatred. This world is just too full of evil thoughts and actions. If people could just put their differences aside and work together, it would be a much better place. Humans, or Homo sapiens, were capable of producing so much beauty. Why did they also have to create so much waste and destruction? Maybe her children, Amelia Anderson and Thomas Peter Anderson, will be the agents of change that this world so desperately needs.