Keyla got sentenced. The evidence was solid, and turns out, Ariel and I weren't her first victims. With everything stacked up, the death penalty wasn't even shocking.Revenge? Done.Ariel and I felt lighter, like we could finally move on. But first, we made one last stop at the Jahn estate.Lights were off in the living room. I remembered Ariel and me curled up on that couch, talking about the kids we'd raise someday.I figured the place would be empty. But Edmond and Philip were there, sitting right where we used to.In front of them? Bowls of boxed mac and cheese—the cheap, sad kind. Nothing like the meals we used to cook with real ingredients, soup, sides, the whole thing.Philip's stomach growled. He didn't say a word, just dropped his head and took a bite. A few mouthfuls in, the sobs hit."Edmond, I miss Ariel."Edmond froze, fork halfway up. For a long second, nothing. Then, barely audible—"I miss Emma."They didn't finish the food. Saying our names was enough to kill
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