Epilogue
Several Weeks Later...
The soft sea breeze ruffles up my hair. I take a deep breath in, enjoying the way the salty air tastes. I don't understand how people can't love the seaside. There's something so beautiful about it, even on overcast days. That just means there'll be fewer people around.
My phone starts to ring and I pull it out of my pocket under the assumption that it'll be Ambrose telling me he's stuck in traffic.
Except that the number isn't one I recognise. I hit the green button.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Amethyst?"
"Speaking. Who is this?"
"It's Phoebe DeLaney, I don't have very long," a semi-familiar voice answers. I've only met her twice. First when I talked to her family with Ambrose, and then when we returned the body of their child. Neither interaction h
