Page 317 of The Defiant Curse

Damn.

Grateful.

Epilogue

Ireland

The Cemetery

The Next Day

It was a fast flight, and they were able to reach the cemetery in decent time. Granted, Elizabeth knew her husband was taking the scenic route, but she didn’t mind that at all. A vacation was all about slowing it down.

And finding joy.

So, after touching down, they stopped a few times along the way to look at the scenery and to buy a few things.

Oh, and most importantly, to pet some sheep.

Sue her.

The white woman in her had to be near the animals as much as humanly possible. That, too, was in her DNA.

As they flew there, she did some research on the Connaught family, so she could know where she came from, and who she was.

They died off not long after Cathal, as famine came, and took their lives.

The Granndach family survived, and that was the ONLY reason she had been born.

And why she walked through the blood and destruction. While Ceit had placed it on one part of the family, she never realized her son, Callum, would be part of both families.

Even until his death.

Maybe her life was tied to Ceit and the curse, but now, she was able to live her truth.

Elizabeth was far from perfect.

She never claimed she was, but now, she could live with the fact that people made questionable choices—and they could lead to good things.

She was sure that Duncan didn’t expect to change history when he opted to ‘keep’ Ceit’s son, but he had. If she’d gone back to Ireland, she and Callum likely wouldn’t have survived the famine.

They would have died, and in the process, there never would have been an Elizabeth LaRue.

She never would have been born to do the job she did, and to save the people who needed her most. The slightest alteration in history, and everything would have changed.

His choice to be cruel had a good outcome.

One day, her kids might do the same, and it was all because a gay man opted to do something sketchy.

And a money-hungry one opted to kill his daughter.

The domino effect seemed bad then, but it all worked out. Like with the choices she’d made with Devon Slater, she had to believe they, too, would work out.

Fingers were crossed.

As they pulled up to the cemetery, she saw the dilapidated state of it.

The only reason Gabby had been able to find this place was the Irish records were impeccable.