Sent. (Camren) *complete*

Epilogue

My phone rang from the back seat of my car, something that hadn't happened in a long time. When I moved to new York I changed my number, of course I stayed in touch with Dinah and even Normani but my Los Angeles life was behind me, and so was fame. I pulled up at the side of the road, it was dark and there was hardly enough light to pass as 'day time' now. After reaching behind me I dialled the number again, after missing the call the first time around. It was a Miami area code. "Hello?" The voice spoke, he sounded old. His voice was raspy and hardly there. "hi... this is Camila Cabello, you called?" When he heard my name I heard mumbling, telling somebody to leave the room. "Yes,  Miss Cabello... this is detective James Briggs From Miami police department... do you have a second to talk."

My stomach flipped. I hadn't spoken to this man in years, after the case was closed I left and hadn't returned, dealing with the news was still something I lived with daily. "are you there Miss?" I cleared my throat and sighed "Yes, sir. I'm here..." the New York breeze was getting heavier and even the heating in my admittedly expensive car couldn't mask the wind sneaking through the cracks of the windows. "The Case has been reopened miss Cabello... The head trauma found on miss Jauregui that we marked as a car, was actually caused by  a bat of some kind..."

So much information. Lauren's death wasn't an accident, she hadn't been hit by the cars I avoided for so long after the terrifying news. She hadn't died out of sheer stupidity, it wasn't her fault. "W-why're you still working on this... it's been five years" I whispered, unable to fathom words that I hadn't already spoken 5 years ago through trials and police reports. "Remember what I told you the day you left town, the day everybody put the case work back on the shelves?" I sighed "That you'll work to the bone to find remorse for L-Lauren" he hummed and sucked in a breath. Almost as though he was smoking a cigarette. "Miss Cabello we found him... The trial was this morning, he pleaded guilty". At the officers words I stopped breathing suddenly, everything I needed when I was going through this just happened, and it's not near as relieving as I'd hoped. "why did no one call me before now?! I would have flew to Miami!" The man sighed and shuffled, the sound of wheels on the hard floor flooded my ears "Exactly, we needed to be sure before calling you. Your therapist reminded me of your state and I couldn't go calling you out of the blue over a suspected murderer.. we needed to be sure" I turned on the ignition of my car "W-will that be all officer" I whispered "Yes Miss Cabello... you needed to know before you read it in the New York Times, have a good day..." he put the phone down as I left my parking space.

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I never read news papers, especially ones involving celebrities. I knew what it was like to be a victim of a harsh article or unflattering picture, but I needed to know. I could of course just google it, god knows the internet were interested in the death of her, but I couldn't. I hadn't been on the internet in years, no reason to start now.

When I reached the store I sighed and pulled myself over to the stack of New York Times papers and reading the headline, a small picture of Lauren sat underneath. God she was stunning.

'Killer found near jeopardy park' was all the title read, but the small article underneath was enough to shake me to the core.

'Lauren Jauregui's killer may be in jail after today's trial. The police department refuse to give details on sentences but we do know that Brad Simpson, the once innocent quarterback, took Lauren's life in a way only seen on horror movies. After being jailed for the abuse he caused her only 3 years prior to her death he was released, with the only intention of 'ruining her' as his statement claims."