1929
Chelsea Shelby was now twenty-one years old. She loved being an adult but something about it made her miss her younger years, how naive she used to be, how she didn't know the darkest parts of the world she lived in.
But now, she was part of the darker world.
Thomas Shelby was now a memoir of the Labour party, Chelsea was proud. Prouder than she had ever felt and he was involved in Ruby's life.
Ruby was everything Chelsea had imagined and more. She was sweet, smart, intelligent and kind. Everyone who saw Ruby said she reminded them of Chelsea when she was young, and Ruby always took it as a compliment but it was Chelsea who took the compliment.
Ruby saw Isaiah as her brother, because he was always around, she didn't think any different.
Chelsea loved her Isaiah was with her little siblings, it somehow made her love him more, and she didn't think that was possible.
Although, Chelsea missed John and Grace terribly, she had slowly found her happiness. And it was all thanks to her family. Pushing them away was one of Chelsea's biggest mistakes, her family kept her alive.
Chelsea liked it that way. Alive.