Assumpta had been in Ballyk for four weeks now and she hadn't heard one word from Peter or the Police. She didn't know whether to be relieved or worried about her and Chloe's safety, so she had Niamh talk to Ambrose about what might be done if something like her situation were to happen. Ambrose told Niamh that there was nothing to worry about if they hadn't heard anything. All that it meant was that data was still in transfer and that things were a little backed up maybe, but nothing was wrong.

Orla had come back from her vacation a week before but Niamh had let Assumpta keep her job.

"If Leo is dead then you'll want to come back right? And when you do come back you and I will be partners!" Niamh had said. Assumpta was worried that there wouldn't be enough money to keep Orla, but she soon found out that Orla was planning to go back to Dublin.

"Well I don't feel like I'm stealing her job anymore," Assumpta had told Niamh the day she found out. And so as Orla prepared to leave Assumpta slipped into the rhythm of Ballykissangel.

Two weeks later everyone was in the bar for Orla's goodbye party. It was obvious that everyone was sad to see Orla go, but the drinks were on her so everyone was having a good time forgetting. Even Assumpta had stopped worrying about Peter and Leo…that was until the phone rang.

"Lea, it's for you" said Orla from the phone.

"Hello"

"Hello Assumpta, its Sergeant Clarkson."

"You called me…"

"Yes I did."

"You mean he's…?

"Yes he's dead." Sergeant Clarkson said.

"He's dead." Assumpta said softly, "HE'S DEAD!" she yelled suddenly. "No no no! You must be joking you must be. He can't be! He's faking! It's a Trap." She didn't realize that the bar had gone silent.

"No he is, and your husband has a message for you. Would you like to hear it?" he didn't wait for her answer. "He said go outside." he paused "Assumpta; I've known you ever since this whole thing started. You're a good fine woman with a beautiful daughter. Go live your life. You've earned it."

"Thank you John thank you." she said and hung up the phone. She turned around to see the whole bar looking at her.

"Lea, are you ok?" asked Father Aidan.

"I've never felt better Father. In fact, I'm a whole new woman." Assumpta laughed as she ran outside in to the pouring rain. The moment she felt the rain on her skin she knew she was free. Free from running, free from hiding, free from secrets and lies, and the first lie to get rid of. Assumpta tore the blonde wig from her head, allowing the rain to wash over her. She knew that people were watching her through the window, but she didn't care.

"Assumpta!" someone yelled from the bridge. She turned towards the voice.

"Peter!" she cried.