EPILOGUE
A month later, I was initiated into the coven. There is still no Sacerdote or Sacerdotessa, but everyone knows it will be Vittorio and me. I just need more time to learn the ways of witchcraft before I can step up.
Courtney does not stay with us anymore. She moved in with Emmett, and is learning to control her power nicely, although no other abilities have manifested for her. Thankfully, she’s no longer friends with Miriam.
I finally moved out of my half of the duplex into Vittorio’s house. I helped Kevin’s parents clean out his half at the same time. It was difficult to say the least. They still don’t understand what happened, and blame me for their son’s death. They never liked me much anyway, and since I do feel responsible, I don’t fault them. I fully accept the blame, even though Vittorio tries to convince me not to.
I visit Kevin’s grave at least once a week to talk to him. He never answers, but it’s soothing to think he might be listening to me. I still have nightmares, but they are growing less frequent than they were in the first week after his death. I don’t think it helped that I had missed a month’s worth of therapy sessions. I am finally back on a weekly schedule, and have even more crap to work through now.
Samuel’s father, CEO of Porter Industries, accelerated the plans he had for retirement after the embarrassment his son caused. He offered the position to Vittorio, who, after much consideration, accepted.
Elizabeth will likely be in the mental hospital the rest of her life. Samuel, Jonah, and Neal have their trials scheduled. I can’t wait for them to be over, for us to be safe again.
Hints of our power leaked to the media, and there is a lot of speculation about it. I am not looking forward to when the truth comes out publicly during the trial. The world is going to change.