A/N- So like in movies not everything makes it into the final cut. I debated how many books to make this series. I have a habit for wanting sequels lol but with over some 300 Possible projects some will have to conclude sooner then others. I like to think, sometimes we tell the entire story, sometimes we only show windows in a moment of time. This is an epilogue I did when I first released the story. I don't know if anyone got to see this but yeah here it is.

So the book would have ended with Roan in acoma, like it did in the test version.

Epilogue

I spent almost two months in the hospital. I had to have my elbow replaced and needed months of physical therapy. Most my other injuries were "manageable" and would heal over time but I was left with a lot of scars both external and internal. I also had a lot of nightmares.

Derek, Polly and even Denny helped me get through. Denny got us out of our lease at our apartment and put our things in storage while I recovered. Polly called me almost every day, cheering me on and up.

Bonnie my old boss was able to get insurance money for the cafe fire. When she learned what had happened, she held a fund raiser for us. It helped pay for medical bills. We never found out who the body in the fire was or how Roan got my dental records. We were also never able to track down the woman Roan had hired to pretend to be his wife.

When I finished physical therapy we didn't go back to the city. Derek took us on a small trip, we traveled for a while and ended up settling down in a small sea side town. I just fell in love with the beach and felt like I'd been there before.

He got a job as a handyman at a local hotel and we rented a small house along the beach. I mostly took care of the house and recovered. Almost every day I would walk along the beach, collecting sea shells and my thoughts. On sunny days, I would look out at the water thinking there was something I'd forgotten. I'd get a strange little feeling like something good was going to happen.

In the spring Derek and I got married. It was a small wedding with just Polly, Denny and the girls but it was perfect. Derek and I professed our love for one another and a few days later we found out I was pregnant. I just knew, it was a boy. Derek wanted a girl and I told him maybe next time.

When I was around six months pregnant Derek got word that Roan had woken from his coma. He kept the news from me, fearing it would upset me and hurt the baby. He waited until a month after out son Brady was born. He was seven pounds, six ounces and the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in all the word. He had Derek's eyes but my dimples and hair.

When Derek finally sat me down and told me Roan was awake. I nearly lost it, it took several minutes just to calm me down. Derek told Roan was in a vegetative state and deemed unfit for trial. They sent him to a long term treatment facility for criminals and would review his status every so often.

I wept for nearly a week after I hear the news. I worried what would happen if he recovered or worse was faking. After a few weeks I calmed down and vowed not to let Roan Attley take another second of my happiness. Just in case we took precautions. I learned how to use a gun and we got a security system installed.

Polly missed us so much that she convinced Denny to move the family. They bought a house near us and I saw her almost every day. It was nice having her around. She helped me with Brady and showed me a thing or two. She also got pregnant again and I was able to help her through twin boys. She joked she needed to make things even since she'd had two girls. Things were busy for a while after that, there were so many changes, so many new babies. With so much always going on, it was easy for time to slip by, for a year to pass and then another. I got pregnant with a girl and she had the curliest hair. We named her Jenova and Derek spoiled her rotten. I knew, she was defiantly going to be a daddies girl.

One day...a few months after she was born, I'd just put the kids down for their naps...when I got a letter in the mail. It didn't have a return address, only my name and address. I opened the letter and found it was from Roan's doctor.

He wanted to reach out to me on behalf of Roan. He wanted me to know he was making remarkable progress. That he greatly, regretted what he'd done to me...and was hoping one day...he could make

Amends…

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A/N-This epilogue is closer to what I originally had in mind. Originally Kiri is in a hospital recovering from years/books of trauma. She receives a letter ones day from an unknown sender. A nurse reads it to her saying Roan wished to make Amends. While to the nurse it sounded like a nice letter Kiri, knew Amends meant it wasn't over it wasn't ever going to be over and the series ends with her snapping, into madness. =/yeah...kind of Dark.

(The Curse) Side Note: Might have said this before in the overall series Urel usually has various words that mean other things. Like when he says he wants to "Talk" that means he wants to punish her/beat the shit out of her in private. For Amends it was more a promise that this wasn't over, it would never be over.

In magic's book Curse of Life, There is a scene where he's also saying something to one person but another thing to her in the same sentence so tricky tricky...word can have so many different meanins and effects.

Thank you for reading^^