Epilogue
Soul
Tonight is the last night of the tour, and I, for one, will be happy to go home for a while. It’s the last song which just so happens to be the one we wrote on that piano during our honeymoon. As a matter of fact, that is the exact same piano he is playing on the stage that was in our hotel room. When it was time to go, we couldn’t bring ourselves to leave it, so Gabe paid an exorbitant amount of money for it and paid another huge amount of money to bring it here tonight to play this one song. He plays it with the top closed, according to him, it is the only way to get the correct sound.
After we christened every available surface in that suite, we went back to the notes he played while I was lying on top of the piano. He loved what we came up with so much that he immediately recorded and released it while on tour, and it exploded. It has become his best-selling song to date and stayed at number one for weeks. He always closes the concert with it, and I sing with him. I have decided to take a back seat to perform, seeing as when the song took over the charts and airways, I became more in demand than I was before. So, yeah, I am building my own career. I am able to charge top dollar for my time and talent, making me even more of a millionaire than Gabe already had.
“Soul!” I hear a voice call me, but it can’t be the person it sounds like because she is supposed to be home or on vacation, just not here. Turning, I see my sister, Serenity, and is she…. Waddling? OH MY GOD! She’s pregnant, like getting ready to have this baby pregnant.
“Serenity! What the fuck!”
“Not my sister cussing,” she says when she finally reaches me.
“Shut up! What is going on?” I ask in pure disbelief. Before she can respond I realize it’s my time to sing. “Stay right here; we got a lot to talk about,” I tell her before I walk out on stage.
Serenity
Oh, she doesn’t have to worry about me leaving. I am going to stay glued to her and Gabe and all the security they can provide because if Atticus Lucien Wolfe III ever finds me, I will be locked in that damn castle on top of the cliff, never again to know freedom. My baby twists and turns when I think of Atticus. Traitor. Walking closer to the stage, a smile breaks out as I watch my baby sister sing her heart out with her husband. I am so glad I helped her get here because if I didn’t, she’d still be home in that boring job, in church up under Mom and Dad still singing with the choir. Not that there is anything wrong with that but she had more in store for her. She was a special case, too. Just slow for no reason at all, but with my expert tutelage, she is now married to a fine-ass man, singing to sold-out stadiums, and happier than ever. Now how the tables have turned, now I need her help. Don’t worry, baby, your aunt and uncle will help us. I think, rubbing my stomach. My phone chirps, making me frown. I pull it out of my pocket, curious about who could be texting me when I just got this phone and number, and freeze when I see the words on my screen.
Unknown
You can run but you can’t hide.
See you soon.
Fuck, Atticus has found me….again.