The Premiere hastily made a resignation & disbanding speech, then disappeared without a trace. Last I heard, Henry was a janitor in the Swedish Embassy. I don’t think he ever quite forgave himself for what he did.
I helped to restore the Secretist world to normal, to global celebration. Waves of people insisted I take over the top spot, but I declined. What one person wants all that pressure? Finally, I gave in & became an aide to the Canadian Prime Minister.
I was proud at what I’d helped to accomplish, but I couldn’t shake the feeling I had in my gut: they were gone.
We’d gained the world’s freedom, but at a huge cost.
I turned to the small ceramic statue of Patrick & the twins I’d had made from a photograph I’d found.
I smiled, bittersweet sentiments nipping me. I tipped my battered hat to them.
To their memories.
To their loyalty.
To their sacrifice.
I clutched Lily’s necklace around my throat.
It didn’t leave her, no matter what.
They wouldn’t leave me.
No matter what.