EPILOGUE

Salem sits in the middle of the large field, the rolling hills dotted with stone statues and plaques. He stares down at the gravestone in front of him, carved with his parent's names.

Salem brought flowers, a large assortment that cost way more than he thought it would. The graves were already decorated, Jack's more so than Amina's. He was widely regarded as a great man, and an amazing leader. His death was met with a lot of sorrow, even from people who never knew him personally. His grave likely hasn't gone barren since, especially with the recent news of Catrine's involvement.

"Hey, Dad." Salem says. He just arrived, and the trek here was honestly excruciating. He feels bad, because... "Mom. Sorry I haven't visited."

He hasn't. He couldn't bring himself to, not until he finally got justice. He didn't want to face his parents until he deemed himself worthy.