TWELVE: THE END?

TWO DAYS LATER...

"What exactly are we celebrating?" Jared asked. "How are we sure it's over?"

Jael glares at him over her glass of wine "Are you ever optimistic?"

"But seriously though," he sips from his glass. "How are we sure Luke is good now?"

Jael sighs "He never did anything wrong apart from spy on us.

No need to panic".

Daleth sits alone by the window. Still reining from the realization that Dave is his dad.

He's been silent for the past few days.

The Doorbell goes off. Amalya leaves the kitchen with a glass of orange juice. She hands it over to Daleth.

"Guys, Stop. Let's Celebrate. It's the END."

She opens the door.

She meets and empty space. There is no one…apart from the piece of paper and flowers on the front porch.

Everyone gathers behind her. She can't bring herself to close her mouth. The shock is too much.

She picks it up and quickly recognized the flower.

"Slate – Grey Jades", she whispers.

She looks at the paper of three words and a question mark. Her heart skips a bit. I read:

"THE END?"

-Omarr