Three years later...
LISA
Roseanne is laughing with Somi as they read Laurel's latest letter. Irene Bae sends all of Laurel's letters to Olivia. And Olivia sends them to a home in Greece that Roseanne owns, but we don't ever stay there.
Laurel has turned into a fun, witty girl who has managed to put her past behind her and move forward. Irene has given her all the tools to do that, and she's finally moved on herself in her quest to save Laurel.
Her ex-husband killed himself a little over two years ago. Roseanne and Felix broke out the champagne to celebrate, since they'd apparently driven him to that.
Olivia also writes, telling them about Cheyenne and Alyssa, who both still live with her. No one ever suspected Olivia after I put a round of bullets in Christopher Lee.
Sunmi went to live closer to her son. He bought her a home, and she's finally able to enjoy her life without the past hanging over her like a daunting shadow. She thinks Roseanne died in that explosion, and Roseanne says it's best if she believes that.
I check in on my team from time to time, using a burner phone to contact Bambam. He assures me that no one on our team is looking for me. Most everyone thinks I snapped. He's the only one still there who knows the truth.
He said Jackson is just happy that he's officially the prettiest face in the unit.
But I know what I did still weighs heavily on all of them, because they're worried it could be them one day. They just don't understand how unlikely that is. And it's not like I can tell them.
Felix walks down the stairs in just a towel. It'd be nice to not share a house with him and Somi, but this home is massive, and I'd never tear Roseanne away from her best friend after all they've been through.
Besides, I sleep peacefully at night, more so than ever. Our house is the most dangerous place in the world to try and break into because of the four of us.
A guy walks down the stairs, also wearing a towel, and Somi whistles at him as she stands and struts from the dining room, her hair mussed and her clothes disheveled.
"Glad you two finally finished up. I couldn't go another round," she tells Felix as he tugs her to him, nipping her lips with his teeth as he grins.
"You still have to go another round with just me tonight," he says. "And next week, you get to pick who joins us."
She beams like he just offered her Christmas. Personally, I don't get it. I'd fucking kill someone if they touched Roseanne, and there's no doubt she'd cut someone to pieces if they touched me.
Literally.
Though they'd never cheat on each other, they do include select individuals in their bedroom on occasion.
Twice a month to be more precise. Trust me, I know more about Somi's sex life than I ever wanted to.
"I want a girl," she says as the guy they spent the night with goes to the fridge, making himself at home.
"Deal," Felix tells her, and she grins again while I carefully maneuver my way out of the threesome afterglow.
Roseanne is holding back a laugh when I near her, because she knows I hate hearing all the gritty details Felix and Somi love to share.
She takes my hand, and I pull her up, my thumb brushing the red diamond on her ring finger.
"You ready, Mrs. Bruschweiler?" I ask her, waggling my eyebrows.
