Whether by coincidence or not, far away in Tudela, Jocelyn was dreaming too.

In her dream, she had married Nicholas—and they even had a child together.

When she woke, a hollow feeling opened up inside her.

She couldn’t explain it. Too many emotions rose at once, refusing to settle.

She turned her head.

A small child slept beside her.

On the other side of the child lay her husband, Yannick.