It’s been a year since everything has happened with Rachelle. Kelsey and I have gotten married in the winter, and are expecting our first child, a girl, which we have both decided to call her Chelsea. Kelsey had found her real mom and dad. They both are married and have two kids, and live in California. We are expected to go and visit them in the months ahead. Kelsey is excited about meeting with her mom and dad and brother and sister. I guess Kelsey’s mom and dad have been searching for her a couple of years now.
Kelsey and Mrs. Stevens have become close friends, but don’t speak of Rachelle. Mrs. Stevens goes about once a week to visit her daughter in jail, and she cries every time. I moved out of the old apartment, and decided to move on the out skirts of the city, and bought a two story house. It’s in a secluded area, so it’ll be nice for the baby, when she gets old enough to play.
I retired after Kelsey and I have gotten married, and after the incident with Rachelle, Kelsey quit as police officer, and became a writer. She’s a really good writer, and is on her third book. You would of liked Kelsey, she is kind of like you,’ I smile as I am standing by my wife’s grave. It’s the fourteenth anniversary of our marriage. ‘Oh, and don’t worry; I will always come back here on our anniversary to put flowers on the grave, and to say hi, no matter where I am at, or how busy I am, and I love you, and makes sure you say hi to your father for me, he was a good man,’ I smile, before leaning over to touch the grave stone.
‘You ready?’ asks Kelsey to in her black dress, that shows her baby bump.
‘Yup…how’s the baby doing?’ I ask as I gently touch her stomach.
‘Fine, but she’s hungry again,’ smiles Kelsey.
‘Alright, we can go,’ I say, as I hold Kelsey’s hand, say goodbye to Chelsea’s grave, and we walk away towards the car, as happy as can be.