Epilogue

Becca yawns and sits up when she smells the delicous scent of her aunt's pancakes. With an overzealous bounce down the stairs, she arrives in the kitchen to find Meghan and her foster mother sitting at the table.

"Ah, Becca. Glad you're awake. You have a busy day today," Becca's foster mother says.

"What are we doing?" the nine year old asks.

"I'll tell you right after you finish breakfast."

Becca smiles and climbs up in her seat. When she's finished, Meghan takes her upstairs to clean up and pack her stuff up. In the car on the way home, Becca asks her mother once again what they're doing today.

"There's a couple of people I want you to meet." The woman glances into the rearview mirror and sighs. The young child looked so content, she almost hated to do this to the young girl she raised. "Becca, do you remember when I told you that you were adopted and you asked me who you're parents were and I told you that I didn't know?"

Confused, Becca nodded. She had only been five at the time. It was strange to hear that her mother really wasn't her mother. It wasn't a concept she could quite grasp. But no matter what anybody said, Beverly would always be her mother.

Beverly frowned. "I lied." The car stopped in the parking lot to their favorite park. "Becca, there's a couple I'd really like you to meet. What happens afterward is up to you."

"Momma? What are you saying?"

Beverly gets out of the car and Becca follows her over to a couple sitting on a nearby bench. The woman wore a short brown dress accented with her metallic blue pumps, and turquoise jewlery. Her sun-bleached hair that at one point was a dirty brown was pulled up into a "Tinkerbell Bun" as she liked to call it. Her partner, whom stood beside her, was dressed a pair of black dress slacks and a white Oxford. His hair, almost black and just as curly as the mop that sat upon Becca's head.

When the woman spotted the mother and daughter duo, she tapped her husbands shoulder and together they stood and met halfway.

"Beverly, I know how much this must hurt to do this," the woman says gently.

Bev just smiles. "I knew this day would come. Becca, I want you to meet your parents."

Becca gasps and steps back. She didn't want to believe it. These couldn't be her parents. Her parents didn't care about her. They'd just left her at the door to the orphanage!

But, when she really looked at them she saw it. She had his hair, her eyes, his fairer skin, her smile... the list went on in her head and suddenly she knew exactly who they were.

"You're real!" she exclaims. "I knew it!" She runs to them and tries to pull them both into a hug. "Hailey didn't believe! She even said she didn't believe in fairies! But I made her take it right back. She thinks it's just a silly story but I know it's not!"

The couple chuckles.

"She certainly has your attitude, love," James whispers into Mia's ear.

"Rebecca," Mia says seriously. "Since you know who were are and where we live, there's something we have to ask you. Something very serious."

Becca backs away nodding. "I know what it is. And no, I won't go with you to Neverland. I can't. I have too many friends here. And Mom – I mean – Beverly would be lost without me. And Hailey needs someone to make sure that she stays out of trouble."

Mia laughs softly and swallows back her tears. "You're so grown. I wish I was here to watch you grow up. But time passes differently in Neverland."

"But you were here." She holds up her wrist to show off the charm bracelet with exactly nine charms.

Her mother, her real mother, pulls her into a hug and picks her up. "Oh, Becca. I'm going to miss you so much more now."

"You're leaving so soon?" Beverly wonders.

"We'll stay, for a li'l while at least," James says putting an arm around Mia. "But we'll have to leave eventually."

Beverly nods, a sense of relief washing over her, knowing that Becca was staying. After a moment she pulls out her smartphone and snaps a picture of the reunited family. There was one more page to add to the book.

Guys! I won't be gone long. Keep an eye out for the sequal!