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Epilogue

It had been a month since Winnie had moved into Scott's home in the suburbs of New Orleans. It had been one month of pure solitude and peace for the two, finally spending much needed quality time together: learning more about each other every day.

Scott admired how ferociously passionate Winnie was about art and science, becoming obsessed with finger painting and writing haikus.

Yeah, haikus.

Scott actually had a good streak of haikus compared to his beloved, but he would never tell her that. He thought she was cute every time she'd burst into his studio was a brand new piece of literature. She always managed to grab his full attention; she wanted him to be moved every time.

"I think that one was the best one yet, baby," he'd say to Winnie when she'd finish.

"But you say that every time, I feel like you're not really listening." She was pouting at Scott, her lower lip puckered out in disappointment.

"Is it hard to believe that you get better with every one?" Scott said, patting her head gently.

Winnie huffed, and if it was possible, you would see steam billow from her nostrils. She wasn't buying it, but she wasn't all that mad. She just liked to get his attention fully, and this usually worked.

"Hmmm," she grumbled.

It was that evening when Winnie had received a phone call from someone she never expected to hear from so soon.

"Mac? What's up?" Winnie answered. Scott and her were lounging on the couch that evening, stuffing popcorn in their mouths. Scott had put on the movie Good Will Hunting, one of Winnie's favorites (she cried every time).

"Hey man uhhhh... You know how your mom's will just cut off at the end?" Mac asked, the moment she answered.

Winnie's heart began to thump when she processed what he said. "Yeah... Why..?"

"Pretty sure we found the last bit."

Winnie was now on her feet, Scott's eyes wide in surprise with how quickly she clambered to her feet from the depths of the plush couch. "What? Where?" She was putting her shoes on now.

"It was locked in the old safe in the back of the warehouse. You know, the one your dad said all the bullshit property documents and tax documents were?"

"Yeah. I know the one."

"Yeah, it was full of just that, plus a smaller safe inside that we opened and found the last part of the will, plus... A few other things. I hate to ask, but I think you need to come see."

Scott and Winnie were on the road within minutes, sweat beading Winnie's brow in nervousness, yet excitement. She was wondering if her Mom's will contained anything else she wasn't supposed to know about. Her curiosity was piqued. Scott was just curious, wondering what could possibly be inside the safe waiting for her.

They arrived to the Sesh Mob warehouse within 45 minutes, the building sitting on the outskirts of NOLA. The gang was all waiting outside, eager to greet their former leader with open arms and love. They had made an agreement before Winnie fully left the gang, that Sesh Mob would protect Scott and Winnie from any future gang violence if ever threatened, as long as they got to see Winnie every now and again to catch up.

Sesh Mob was really the family that Winnie needed rather than her own blood family, whether it was hard for her to admit or not.

"C'mon in, lemme show you what we found." We followed behind Mac before reaching the back room of the warehouse, where old furniture and random bullshit was all being stored. Along with said safe with the contents they came for.