Epilogue

Leonardo

I stare at Aaliyah and I can't help the small smile that appears on my face.

"You look happier," she mutters.

I smile at her, "I am. So, when can you stop playing my fucking therapist." This was something we unknowingly started years ago after she got together with Roman and she witnessed me kill a man that almost raped her while Roman was been electrocuted repeatedly and made to watch. What I did was nothing compared to what Roman would have done if he had successfully gotten out of that chair. I was the lesser evil in my opinion.

Aaliyah didn't see it that way. So here we are for one of our unexpected therapy sessions. You'd think for someone who is eight months pregnant she'd want to be in bed resting, instead, she's here grilling me about mental health and shit.

I miss Nova. I'll make sure she pays for setting me up like this when she gets back from class.

"Why?"

I chuckle, "Do you believe in fate?"

She shook her head, confused. "I don't think so. Why?"

"Well, my answer