Epilogue

Its morning in France, the duplex vacation house on the hill reflects the sun away from the lawn

The huge sized swimming pool at the back yard is blue with sit outs in pairs of twos lined up in one side of the pool and a huge fence on the other. I come out from the bathroom in a white robe and my wet brown curly hair falls on both sides of my shoulders.

I get to the dressing table and with my finger collect a little potion from the cream can and apply on my legs. The flat screen television behind me has a blonde American woman on it

“the increased rate of suicide within the country had pushed the government to consider closing the Sheetan bridge since it is considered the place with the highest record of suicide attempt over the past year. In comparison, other countries has reported growing rates of suicide attempts also and social media has been proven to be one of the major cause of suicide so the union government has decided to draw the lines on things permitted online”

I apply oil and cream to my hair and start brushing it “the kind of things banned are, posting hate comments, body shaming, sharing unsolicited opinions and leaking nudes to name a few. But this however is causing an uprise as citizens are protesting on the streets claiming that the government are prying on their right to free speech and some are also uncomfortable because the government now has access to certain private information to track when these rules are disobeyed. Stay tuned for more details” the woman snaps out the Tv and an advert begins to play

I pick a red lipstick and gloss over my tiny lip rubbing them together and breaking them apart into a grin. I kiss the air and pick the black gown on my bed and put on, pulling my hair into a lose bun afterwards. It has been a year since I met my friends last and the secret organization seem to have laid low because we don’t see anything on them

Well until yester night when the suicide patterns started growing uncomfortable, for some people, it could count as normal but for us – we that have visited our graves to find someone crying over it

We know when the pattern gets wrong especially when their burials went just the way ours went. With a lot of question marks

On the plus side, I was going to meet with my friends, the investigator had called with information on harper and Harper even has his memories reaching out to him again. I miss all of them. I smile at the mirror and blow a kiss to my reflection. My phone dings and I look at it.

with a smile, I read the text “HARPER IS GONE!!” I gasps and drop my phone on the table. Harper is gone?

Watch out for book 2 of the tale of the shadows : finding Harper.