"Visitor for Jeremy Horson!" 

Jeremy's legs are slightly shaking when he stands up and begins to walk towards the visitor room. 

He has never felt so nervous before, and it is all because of that man. 

Jeremy knows, now, that he should have never made that agreement with him. 

But he needed the money, and Peter was more than dying to hurt Mila. 

Though now, Jeremy knows why he wanted to hurt Mila so much. 

That is what makes him scared. 

He is scared for his own life, now. 

"Hello, Jeremy. Long time." 

A shutter goes through Jeremy's back, and he is tempted to walk out of here before he begins to talk. 

But he remembers the last time he talked on the phone with him. "Cut the crap with all that formality, Jeremy. I'm coming to Peter's trial in a couple of days, and I expect to pay you a visit for more information. Therefore you better have something I can use, or else I'm afraid accidents happen. Even in jail."

Jeremy takes a seat across the man. 

"So, I have been paying Peter some visits currently. I had offered him to do your job, but unfortunately, he wasn't so keen on the idea. I guess he got a soft spot for that girl, anyway." The man adjusts his suit, "Anyhow, I made sure that Peter gets some extra time in here to comprehend the things I have told him before he gets sent out to his permanent location."

"P-Permanent l-location?" Jeremy stutters out. 

"You didn't think I would let you two live after everything I have told you, did you?" 

By the look of Jeremy's face, he was counting on that. 

The man laughs. "Oh, Jeremy. I just needed you two to do all my dirty work, and be my scapegoats. I killed one yesterday; the one I told you to kill before you got locked up. I had to make it look like suicide since neither you nor Peter could have done it when you are behind bars." 

"You are sick." Jeremy spits. He doesn't care anymore. He knows, now, that he is a dead man once he walks out of here. 

The man stands up. "Use your last hours wisely, Jeremy. I wouldn't want you to waste them." 

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Mila looks out on the ocean waves. 

She has always found them soothing. 

But nothing seems to soothe her, now. 

When she saw the body 5, days ago, she was able to identify it. 

Kyle made a few phone calls for her since she wasn't able to make them herself. 

Then they drove back to California, where Mila met up with Nick and Robert. 

At the Carlson resident, Tasha was heartbroken on Mila's behalf. And she understood when Mila said that she was going to move in with Nick and her dad. 

Robert has finally found a bigger apartment in the city, and there is room for both Mila and Nick. 

A lot has happened in nearly a week. 

Chelsea's funeral is today. 

Mila is wearing a long black dress. One her mom once bought for her. 

"Mila!" Nick calls out. 

She turns away from the waves and looks inside the cold house. 

Could it be possible that it has turned even colder after she died? 

 "Yes?" 

Nick is wearing a black tuxedo with a white tie and shirt. His hair is even messier than it usually is. 

But Mila understands. Who has time to do your hair, when your mom just died?

"Dad is here." 

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The weather is not with them. 

The minute Chelsea was in the grave it started purring down from the sky. 

Mila and Blake are the only two people left outside. The others walked inside to the reception. 

"She was a special woman." Blake states. 

Mila thinks about his words.

It makes her recall all the moments she has been through with her mom, within the last couple of years, months and days. 

♡

"What were you thinking!?"

"Mom." 

"I need to break up with him, but I'm scared."

"Will you help me?"

"Of course."

♡

"Are you sure this is going to work?" 

"I hope," 

"now stop worrying, this can maybe end all of our troubles." 

 "What if something happens to her?" 

♡

"You're home." 

Yeah."

 "I heard Ryan is awake." 

"Then why are you home?" 

"Not that I don't want you here. I just thought you wanted to spend some time with him, now that he's awake."

 "I didn't want to be there, and he didn't want me there either. We broke up."

"Well okay. Now if you will excuse me, I need to make a phone call." 

♡

"Well, hello Mila. I thought I taught you to knock."

"I thought you were in trouble," 

"Why don't you answer your brother, Mila?" 

 "Mom, do you know where Mila is?"

"I think I better be going." 

"I don't think so," Chelsea says and grabs his arm, and pulls him towards her. She pulls him in for a kiss. But not just a small one. No, this one is with tongues.

♡

"Mila?!" 

"I have some news."  

"I'm kicking you out."

"What?!" 

"I want you out, tonight."

 "But where am I suppose to go!? We both know Dad doesn't have room for me. Hell, he doesn't even have room for himself!" 

"Not my problem." 

"I don't want to deal with any more of your drama. You've cost me enough." 

♡

"A boy?" 

"Did he had brown hair, along with dark blue eyes?" 

"How did you know that?"

"Can we get our keys, please?"

"Here you go. Enjoy your stay."

Blake takes hold, on Chelsea's hand, but before they near the elevator, Chelsea slams, a hand on the desk, startling the young woman. "Which number does the other Wilson live in?" 

♡

"When did you get so disrespectful to me?" 

 "The moment you stopped caring about me." 

 "Y-You don't get to do this, not now. Not after 2, years." 

"You, really think I don't care about you?" 

"Of course you don't! Who could care about a murderer?"

"You are not a murderer!" 

 "W-What? I-I was the one who pulled Peter into our lives. I-I was the one who thought I could leave him without any complications. I-I was the one who didn't save grandma! You were the one who reminded me of that every single day."

"I did no such thing!"

"Oh, no you didn't say anything, but I could see it in your eyes. Every time you looked at me, I could see the hatred."

"Don't you think I regret that! The moment I slammed that door in your face, I regretted it. These last 2, weeks I have thought a lot about the last 2, years and how I have treated you. Trust me, there is a lot of things I regret, but I want you to know that I never stopped loving you." 

"Yes, I blamed you at first. And I guess, I use you as a scapegoat." 

 "I was, and still are, dealing with my grief, and I took it out on you. I know I have never been the perfect mom, but I did the best I could."

"Please, say something."

"What do you want me to say? We should never have had this conversation! I too know I have never been the perfect daughter, but you let me think you hated me. The moment I needed you the most, I had lost you."

"In our house, you were never allowed to mention that night, and it was tearing me apart." 

"Why now?"

"Why not, now? Peter is going to trial tomorrow, and all this will finally be over."

"I forgive you."

"Seriously?"

Mila doesn't answer. Instead, she does something unexpected - she hugs her mom. They haven't hugged for 2, years.

♡

"Goodmorning," 

"What are you two talking about?"

"I just told Mila how glad I was that you two finally figured things out. Secrets are a horrible thing, there can pull families, from each other. Isn't that right, dear?"

"Sometimes secrets are better-kept hidden. Therefore nobody gets hurt, for something they did in the past."

Chelsea looks down at the ground. Swiftly she isn't so keen on looking her daughter in the eyes.

Mila quickly throws her mom a confused look; she thought they didn't have any secrets left. Maybe she was wrong?

♡

"Yes, she was," Mila answers Blake. "She truly was." 

Mila looks up from the grave and towards Blake. 

"You were the last person to see her. Did she seem off?" 

Blake keeps looking at the grave, and a small tear escapes, "No. She was her usual self. Moody. Though after our little chat in the breakfast room, she was more quiet than usual. I guess something was bothering her." 

Mila narrows her eyes at the man before her. 

Something is shady about him. 

She hasn't forgotten that he lied to her. 

Who is Blake really?  

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