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He confessed that he was the one who caused the accident that killed the Blanchets, but in a way that I can only classify as irritating, he refuses to talk about the girl's death.
"Where is Elmer?" he asks.
"In hell. Don't worry, you'll see each other soon."
"What? You said I had a choice!"
"And you have. Here's my proposal: I can end your suffering now. A single shot between the eyes and you won't even know you're no longer with us."
"I am not?—"
"Quiet, damn it!" I get closer. "You’re not going to live, Edgar, no matter how much you argue. You killed a child, and I don't care whether it was an accident or not. You stole her life in more ways than one. Tell me where she is or you have my word that in the next few hours, you will beg me for death."
Five hours later, it's finally time for him to die. The son of a bitch clung to life as best he could, and his resistance surprised me. But three hours ago, Edgar revealed to me where he buried the body of the girl, and Roman just called me and said he found her.
The police will receive an anonymous tip about the location of the body, and I will call some of my contacts to make sure they don't ignore the case. The girl deserves justice.
I head towards the tool table, and after choosing a knife, in one clean stroke, I finish the job.
I take off my gloves and leave the warehouse without looking back, leaving Seymour, Roman's right-hand man, in charge of thecleaning.
Hours later, I get home and stand in the hall, watching my children and wife.
When they notice me, they come to welcome me.
"How was your day?" Amber asks.
I kiss her. "Boring routine. I'll be right back, baby."
I pick up my phone and call Christos. I know he'll let his cousin know.
“It's done,” I say.
Serenity
Two months later
I had a hard time coming to visit JeAnne. At first, I wanted to come immediately, but then I realized I couldn't. I felt too fragile, so I accepted Eleanor's suggestion and started therapy first.
I'm not feeling one hundred percent well yet. How could I? But at least, little by little, I am accepting that I wasn't responsible for what happened.
Before coming to the New Orleans prison, where JeAnne was transferred because most of her crimes were committed in Louisiana, I went to the cemetery to visit my real mother. I spent hours sitting at her tombstone, which Ares had beautified, and I told her about my entire life.
I cried and told her how much I wished I had met her and asked her not to worry, because I would be fine.
I excused myself from the ballet company. Three months was the deadline I gave myself to realign my mind, and I hoped it would be enough.
My story exploded all over the media. There was no way to stifle it. I didn't want to continue living a lie, in any case.
In this process of just telling the truth, I told Ares that I never dated Otis. He laughed, proud, arrogant, and all mine, the bastard.
I literally needed to reinvent myself. I didn't even have a real birth certificate or even a social security number. After much thought, I decided to keep my first names—Serenity Clementine—with my birth mother's last name, Lawrence.
I still want, before leaving Louisiana, to go to the grave of the girl whose life, without knowing it, I stole.
I will also give a press conference in a few days to tell my whole story, to put an end to the speculation. It was Elina, Odin's wife, who suggested that. She said that if I never spoke about it, like an elephant in the room that everyone tries to ignore, the press would, from time to time, continue to torment me.
That was also the reason I decided to visit JeAnne for the last time.