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Epilogue

Picking up the tray thats holding coffee, cookies and cut up slices of chocolate covered fruit i walk into the lounge of Zayn and my new house. Placing the tray on our mahogany coffee table i took our two year old baby girl out of my loving husbands arms.

I was never charged with anything for the murders, but i had to go to counselling about it for a few months. Anthony had taken up a job working at the prison where Justin was being kept under lock and key. Somehow he had found out about our daughter and said he was going to get her.

“Honey stop thinking about it okay” Zayn said pulling our little darling and i into his arms.

“Okay i’ll try, I just hope we can keep her safe” I picked up my coffee taking a sip.

“We will. Don't worry” He reassured me.

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