Disclaimer: If I owned it, Pike would never existed.
Red John is dead. That's the fact.
It's three years today, actually.
And it's still little hard for me to really believe it.
Even though I was the one who shoot him and then strangled him in the end.
I don't regret it. How could I?
He was the reason of my constant fear for more than ten years.
He is the reason why my family is no longer here, with me.
He is the reason why I never let my self be happy after he took my family away.
Well. Not until now.
Sound of keys in lock disturb me from my thoughts.
I smile to my self. Teresa is home.