Chapter 12

Of course, everything was real.

When I woke up the next morning, My phone was alive with notifications. I had missed a chatroom between Seven and Jaehee, a few texts from Yoosung and Zen both of them not-so-subtly checking up on me as per doctor's orders, and a missed called from V. I immediately went to call him back before anything else. .

I had never spoken to him on the phone, and knew very little about him from the chat rooms, even talking to him at the party a few days ago and the hospital yesterday didn't give me any insight as to what kind of person he was. V was an enigma with blue hair and kind eyes.

"Good Morning, Mia." He said brightly.

"Good morning, V." I replied.

"Did you sleep well last night?" He asked. I made a small sound of affirmation, waiting for him to get to the point of his call. "I just wanted to call and go over a few details with you, darling," He continued. "I know you were staying in Jumin's home to watch over Elizabeth, and unless you were planning on caring for her, I've decided to take her home with me. I'm not sure if you knew, but Rika and I fostered her until she was ready to go to Jumin, so she's fairly used to my home."

"Okay," I said. "That sounds fine."

"The penthouse has been cleared so you can collect your belongings, and I talked it over with Jaehee last night. We've decided...If you'd like, you should stay with her until all the investigations are over."

"Investigations?"

"Well, Min Che has been missing for six months, and to find out that she was alive hidden away in Jumin's home...and then there's the investigation into his suicide," Even the word caused me to tense up, but V had said it so nonchalantly. I had to remember that he watched it happen before with the love of his life. There was no way he wasn't prepared for this to happen again. "The investigators will want to question everybody, especially those closest to him, so they will really come after you, Jaehee, and myself," He continued. "Jaehee just thought that you could use a friend during this hard time." She was an angel walking on earth, I thought. She barely knew me, but was going to keep me company until this whole nightmare was over, and who knew how long it would take?

"Thanks for letting me know, V." I said.

"I have to go," He said. "I am about to meet with Jumin's father."

"Good luck." I said.

"Thank you, darling." He replied. He hung up before I could get another word in, and I just held the phone in my hand, looking at the empty screen as the line disconnected. Darling…? I wondered. Of all the times I've shared words with V, he seemed awkward saying my first name. I knew it was one of our cultural differences, but while he said my first name, not even knowing my last name, he had never called me anything like 'darling', at least not while he was aware of it.

I decided to review the chat room I had missed. Jaehee had started it first, tossing in a quiet "good morning" before getting into her news, and as I watched the messages fly up, I read, wishing I had woken up an hour earlier so that I could have been here and talked to her.


Jaehee Kang: Good morning everyone.

Jaehee Kang: I first wanted to see how everyone was doing.

Jaehee Kang: And I hoped you would be here, Mia

Jaehee Kang: I had a talk with V last night, and I filled him in one everything he missed in the last few days.

Jaehee Kang: he is concerned for you, Mia.

Jaehee Kang: he decided it was best for you to stay with one of us until the investigations were over.

Jaehee Kang: I already told him I'd be happy to let you stay with me.

~707 has entered the chat~

Jaehee Kang: Good morning, Luciel.

707: So Mia is going to stay with you?

707: Good.

Jaehee Kang: It'll just be for a week or so.

Jaehee Kang: Also there's something I was hoping you could do for me, Luciel.

707: What is it?

Jaehee Kang: I'm in the office, and there was something sent to me in an email. I think it might be a video or something, but I can't open it.

707: Forward the email to me,

707: I'll see what I can do.

Jaehee Kang: Thank you.


She sent up her smiling emoji surrounded by yellow flowers, and as she said goodbye to Seven and returned to work, according to her words in the chat room, he logged out shortly after. It broke my heart to see him so upset. He seemed to be in the same state he was in last night. It was almost like the light had left the sun. I knew I had to get in contact with her today, the sooner the better. I looked around the apartment, knowing that all of my clothes were still at Jumin's house. My toothbrush, my hairbrush, my high heels were all there too.

I also didn't have much food. In the cupboard, I still had a few noodle cups and some tea bags. I looked down at my kitten-soft long sleeved tee shirt, baby pink with a scoop neck, and the soft gray shorts I wore underneath. My pajamas looked like regular street clothes.

As I ran my fingers through my hair in lieu of brushing it, I slipped into a pair of flip flops, heading down to the convenience store for breakfast.

"Mia…?" I jumped when I heard my name, still on edge from the other night, still feeling the same anxiety that plagued me since I arrived at Jumin's home, wishing I had taken a sedative before I came outside.

I turned around to see Jaehee at the counter with a cardboard cup of coffee and a bowl of fruit.

"Jaehee," I replied with a smile. "I'm glad to see you." Her pursed lips seemed to relax, giving way to a small smile as I approached the counter, placing a wrapped sandwich on the counter along with a cup of tea. Jaehee had a credit card in her hand, and she turned her attention to the cashier at the counter for a moment, speaking in a low voice.

"Together." She said, sliding her card. I watched as she signed her name and placed the card back in her wallet.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Of course," She said. "Let's go sit outside. There's something I wanted to tell you."

"I read the chat room from this morning," I said, taking a sip of my tea. "And I spoke to V on the phone about an hour ago. I know about what you guys discussed."

"Is it alright with you?" She asked. I nodded, flipping my hair over my shoulder.

"I really appreciate your concern," I said quietly. "I remember you all saying that you'd do anything for the members, and I guess...I'm just glad that I'm included in that now."

"We appreciate you, Mia," she said. "You've done more for us all then you know, and this is the least I can do for you." She beamed at me with the straw hanging from her thin lips. I unwrapped my sandwich, taking the first bite of food since yesterday's breakfast.

"Did you have any plans this morning?" Jaehee asked.

"I still have to go back to Jumin's place to get the things I'd left behind, and I was hoping to go see Min today before she was discharged," I replied. "I just want to see her, and make sure she's going to be okay."

"Her father actually called me early this morning," She confessed. "I was a bit surprised, but he said that she was released sometime after midnight. She'll be cared for by the family's private doctors."

"Oh, well that's good," I replied, smiling as she took a sip of her coffee.

I don't know about Min," jaehee said as she chewed on a strawberry. "But I'd like to think she and I had a good relationship. I listened to her whenever something was wrong, I'd like to think you and I have that too." She blushed a little but managed to keep her face more or less calm.

"I'd like to think we do too," I said. "Thanks, Jaehee, thank you for letting me stay with you."

"It's no problem, Mia." She smiled

"Is there anything you guys need help with?" I asked. "I don't know what good I can do, But I'd like to help."

"We'll have to clean out the apartment," she said. "I was going to tell the others as well. I'm pretty sure V and The Chairman will take care of the funeral arrangements."

"We'll get through it," I said.

"Yes," Jaehee replied. "Oh!" She squeaked. "There was something else I was going to tell you."

"What is it?" I asked.

"I asked Luciel to decrypt a file for me, something V sent me in an email. It was an encrypted document, Mr. Han's first will"

"His first will?" I asked.

"It seems like he was planning to do what he did," She explained carefully. "Here, I actually have it on my phone." She tapped around for a moment or two. Unlocking it, opening the email app, and scrolling until she found the email. The words nearly took my breath away, it was written exactly the way Jumin spoke. The last words we'd ever receive from him.


To Whom It May Concern,

In the event of my death, I have given it careful consideration, and I, Han Jumin, of sound body and mind, declare that half of my wealth will be divided among the six charities that RFA supports. The second half of my monetary assets, along with my home, will be awarded to my wife, Han Min-Che.
Elizabeth the Third, my pet will be returned to her foster owner, Kim Jihyun and he will also be presented with any items in my home, to be negotiated between himself and Han Min-Che.
As my final decision for my portion of C&R international, I will promote my assistant Kang Jaehee. She will be promoted to the second highest level. If in agreeance to her promotion, she will become the new Executive Director. It is in The Company's best interest to comply with my wish.


It felt like the letter was finished awkwardly. Jumin had simply run out of words for this, and I'm sure somewhere there is a final copy of his will. Exactly how long had he been planning this? Did he plan to drown himself on his vacation? Or was he going to go silently at home, only to be found when Jaehee was worried enough to check on him? I felt my eyes sting with fresh tears as I read his words.

I shouldn't react like this. I thought. I wasn't even that close to him. He had played the cold conglomerate role with me from the beginning, no matter how warm I'd been to him, I let his words intimidate me. I had been wary of being alone with him. I was nervous when we dined together. Now he was gone, and as my heart pulled with fresh sadness, I realized I missed him more than I'd ever imagined.

"Mia?" Jaehee asked.

"I'm okay," I said, bringing my hands up to my eyes to quickly dry the tears. "Would you like to go to his house?" She asked. "We should clear out your things before V and The Chairman arrive."

I nodded, standing up when she offered her hand and waiting as she called a taxi for us. The ride was quiet. We huddled so closely together that our shoulders brushed with each bump in the road and corner we turned. Jaehee exuded such a calming energy that I wasn't even surprised when my head landed on her shoulder and my eyes closed. Just for a moment, the horrible reality we were in seemed to disappear.

Jaehee gently shook me awake when we arrived. Holding her hand out for me, we stood together on the sidewalk in front of the building.

"I don't have my key card anymore." I said.

I knew Jaehee had hers, and I watched her hold it in her hand as we went inside. The security guards bowed to me, remember me and my kindness from the weekend. They were somber, knowing that their days in the building were numbered. Almost all of Korea knew what happened to Jumin Han.

At least they didn't see me as a widow.

I can't imagine what this must be like for Min.

I made it to the elevator, Jaehee handed me the key card and I brought my eyes up to her. I could see her eyes glistening with new tears, and I understood.

For as much as she bad mouthed Jumin in the chat rooms, or over the phone with me in private, he had done a lot for her by employing her. Despite the cold atmosphere in the chat room, it was clear that they both cared for the other. It went further than a contract, and now the person who she spent the most time with was dead.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. "Do you think you'll be okay by yourself in there?" I nodded, bringing her in for a quick hug before stepping onto the elevator.

"I'll be down in five minutes," I said. She nodded, sniffling just a bit, and that was the last I saw of her.

Standing in front of Jumin's front door, completely alone, I tried to remind myself that I was already here for the whole weekend.

I should be comfortable here. After all, it was finally just me and Elizabeth. I wondered if the security guards or the maid had fed her the day before. I bet she misses Jumin.

I shouldn't be so scared to open the door.

But I was.

I stepped inside, holding the key card firmly in my hand, feeling the firm edges cut into my palm, and stood just in the foyer. I couldn't hear Elizabeth's little feet on the stone floor.

Then I realized I couldn't hear anything. Not the air conditioning or the refrigerator running. Absolutely nothing.

The lights were off and the furniture had been overturned, probably by the investigators. The room was dim, and the curtains were covering the sunlight, keeping the room in an eerie pitch of darkness.

"Hello?" I called out. No one answered. Not like I expected anyone to. I took a step further in, closing the door behind me and fumbling around for the light switch I knew was between the door and the kitchen setup. I wrinkled my nose as a strong odor filled the room, I was amazed that I hadn't noticed before. It was pungent and thick, a bit metallic, and familiar.

It was blood.

I shook off my nerves, remembering that Jumin's bedroom door was probably open and there was blood everywhere from when Min was kept in there. That poor girl.

My hand was on the wall now, and as my senses adjusted, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle up as the air changed. There was someone else here. I left the light off, knowing I was still by the door, my fight or flight response told me to fly as soon as my suspicions were confirmed. My personal things be damned.

That was when I saw her. I could tell right away that it was Min. She stood by the window as if she was overlooking the city, but the curtains covered the view. I could see her wavy hair tumbling down past her shoulders, and in the dimness, it seemed to hang very heavily at an odd angle.

"Min?" I asked. "Is that you? What are you doing back here?"

She didn't answer, not even moving a muscle when I took a few steps closer. I felt around me, blindly grappling for the lamp that I knew was right beside the couch. Each evening I curled up in the side of the couch closest to it while Elizabeth purred in my lap.

"Is everything okay, Min?" I asked. "I heard you were sent home, shouldn't you be resting right now?"

She still hadn't moved. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I'd rather deal with Elizabeth in a sassy mood than whatever might be eating away at Min.

I finally found the lamp, switching it on and filling the room with light, and I immediately regretted it as the sandwich I just ate threatened to spill onto the carpet. Min Che was standing by my window, aided in her strange position by the rope tied around her neck. I noticed the blood dripping onto the carpet, it was dark, staining the floor brown and purple more than red. She must have been dead for some time, dripping blood like a leaky faucet from the scratches she must have inflicted on herself as she fought the noose around her.

I couldn't even scream. No sound came out when I tried to. As I breathed in the sharp metallic odor of blood, I noticed another scent, one that made me more nervous than it should have.

I glanced over to the other side of the room, sensing the presence of the final person in the room, someone sitting in Jumin's pleather chair. He was tall and slender, one leg crossed over the other while he sat silently, allowing me to take in everything. My brain flew through every person I knew since moving here, and when he looked up at me, those light blue eyes and that soft blue hair were all the tell-tale signs I needed.

"V…?" I gasped. He smiled serenely at me, and the glint of the dim light caught my eyes, moving my gaze down to the long knife in his hands.

Haven't you ever heard the saying?" V asked, standing up to his full six-foot height, nearing me slowly as the knife glinted in the overhead light. "That you get a treat if you listen to older men?" He smirked, his thin lips curling upwards in what should have been a handsome smile. But the spots of blood on that soft gray cardigan did little to soften his advance. "And wasn't that a treat, darling? To grow close to one of the most handsome and powerful bachelors in all of Korea?"

"It was you…" I whispered, my voice fading away as I glanced at Min a final time, seeing her like that, dead and hanging to the side of a slab of meat on a hook took away every last bit of nerve I had. "You were Unknown… you were the one who brought me here."

"You're smart," he simpered. "A little smarter than Min here." I felt his long slender fingers in my hair, bringing up locks of it strand by strand, curling a piece of it around his index finger and tugging on it just enough to make me move, he shoved me closer to Min's body. Forcing me to look at her. I could see the panic in her green eyes,

"I had to find someone younger," He continued softly."I needed to find the cute personality that would counteract his cool demeanor. You see, I always knew Jumin had a cute side to him, and you noticed it too..." V smiled as he pulled me back to his side by the length of my hair in his hand. "I needed someone innocent, unlike Min who fell for his certain...brand of love." I felt his soft fingers caress my cheek, the short nails of his hand tapped gently on my face as they traveled into my hair, pulling gently on the strands before sliding through the locks smoothly. I hadn't brushed my hair this morning, having forgotten my hairbrush here. I couldn't help but to glance at her one more time, seeing her hanging to the side, the dead weight of her lifeless body working with gravity to bring her to the ground. She was alive this morning, presumably laying in her own bed in her own home, being cared for by private doctors.

What changed? When did V get his hands on her?

Now she was dead. No more hiding away, no more speculation on Korea's missing aristocracy. Min Che really was gone.

V smiled at me as he forcefully brought my face up to meet his eyes, those blue eyes that were at one point supposed to be soothing, that personality over text that had become so comforting to me whenever I was overwhelmed, he had such an omnipotent presence that I trusted everything he said without ever speaking to him directly. I told him all my secrets, and he helped me where no one else ever could.

"I needed a girl who was strong headed enough to help my dear friend untangle all those twisted knots in his mind," V's lips curled wickedly as his long fingers found the loose strands of my hair, gliding through the half brushed strands, taking a firm hold of the end and pulling it gently, enough that I noticed, but not enough to hurt. "You were meant to ease the emotions he couldn't quite make out, to love him the way Min failed to."

"I'm only sorry that Jumin killed himself," I muttered weakly. "Nothing else."

"You're not sorry that he died in such a poor mental state?" V asked with a downturn of those thin lips. "You're not sorry that you hadn't done anything to stop him? But of course, how could you have known, Mia? You never loved him, and he never loved you." He clicked his tongue in disappointment, taking a firmer hold of my chin in his hand, twisting my head forcefully as he raised his knife.

"I guess I'm done playing with you, then," He whispered softly, still using that same comforting voice I trusted so much before. "But that's okay. I'll just be rid of you. When someone comes up to look for you, they'll just see an open window the fire escape unlocked. I'll write up a sweet little note about how you had to go back home and you're so sorry for letting them down." His eyelids lowered and his lips pursed as if to give me a kiss, but his breath was cold, his voice was chilling, and his words became demented. "Doesn't that sound sweet? After all...darling… They know now that you aren't even from this country. It was about time that your welcome expired. They will just think that you hopped on a plane at some odd hour of the morning. It'll break their hearts, but they'll get over it, and then I'll find a new girl, another M.C. to fill your place. Just as I had done with Min Che." His soft hands in my hair had tightened, and as he roughly pulled back on the fistful of my hair he kept, he raised the knife up to my neck, I could feel the icy steel on my skin, and it felt as if it went hot on contact. As I felt the serrated teeth press into my throat, I could finally let out a shrill scream, louder than any sound I'd ever let out before, trying to scream for Jaehee. When the door slammed open, Jaehee was there, along with two of the four bodyguards who ran in behind her and charged at the both of us. V let out a string of swears as he pushed me down, turning on his heel and running to the window as if forgetting that he left Min's body blocking him. He pushed her to the side, her stiff body hitting the ground with a sharp sound of tightened muscles and iron ligaments being broken.

"Stop him!" Jaehee shrieked. It wasn't any sooner that V had opened the window, when the guards were on him, one bent low and basically karate chopped the back of his knee, causing him to cry out and double over backward. He fell right into their other strong-armed his neck, keeping him in the chokehold while the other kicked him in the back, causing him to go limp between them as they brought him to his stomach. One kept a knee firmly pressed on his back in case he managed to spring up, while another handcuffed him hastily.

"Police will be here in four minutes, Executive Kang." One man said.

"Thank you." She replied stoically. "Mia, are you alright?" She asked.

"Yes," I managed to choke out.

"You're bleeding." She said. I reached my hand up to where the stinging pain was growing at my throat. Feeling the warm wetness at the base of it, and understanding what had happened. V's knife only grazed me, not enough to reach my jugular which was what he was aiming for, but enough to draw blood.

"Can you stand up?" She asked. "I want to get you to the hospital. I will inform the others once you've been seen." I nodded, having no energy to say anything. Standing up and letting my arm flop around Jaehee's shoulders while she kept one arm firmly wrapped around my waist and her other hand tightly holding mine. It was awkward to move, and very slow going until we reached the elevator, but she didn't let go of me until we were outside. As we stood on the asphalt waiting for the police and an ambulance, I heard footsteps running up to us, and I shrank into Jaehee's side. She looked around, relaxing her tense shoulders once she realized who it was. It was Yoosung, and he panted, doubled over, holding up a finger as he caught his breath.

"I saw the police lights from the cafe down the street, and I knew Mia was coming back today…" he paused, coughing on the air that was stinging his throat as he spoke again. "I just got so scared. Are you two okay?" He asked.

"We're fine," Jaehee replied for both of us. "But Yoosung, can you hold onto Mia for a moment? I have to go talk to the security guards and check on Jihyun."

"Jihyun?" Yoosung asked."V? What was V doing here? Where is he?"

"Yoosung…." I murmured.

"M.C…" he replied, holding tightly onto me as he lifted my head up by my chin. I shrieked in pain as the skin stretched at my grazed neck and he quickly let me go, apologizing like a mad man.

"It's okay…" I muttered, holding onto the wound.

"M.C.?" He whimpered. "What in the world happened? Who cut you?"

"It was V," I replied. "I'll explain the rest when everyone's here."

Finally, Yoosung lost his cool. I heard the telltale sniffle as his grip tightened on me. Soon the first squeak of a sob passed his lips. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, trying hard to keep his tears from flowing and his voice silent. A police officer approached us, asking for me to step away for questioning. I tried to, but Yoosung hadn't heard him. His primal instinct just told him I was vanishing again. He gripped me tighter.

"Yoosung," I whispered. "There's a police officer, he wants to ask me some questions. You have to let go." He glanced up with tears filling his eyes and falling down his face.

"Son," The officer said. "Did you witness anything?" He asked. Yoosung shook his head.

"No, officer." He said. He did let go of me, giving me a slight nudge as he stood back. The officer eyed me up and down, pointing to his neck and giving me a questioning glance.

"It's not too deep," I said. "I'm okay."

"Come with me." He ordered. I obeyed, leaving Yoosung standing alone as I cast my glance back at him. I worried about him, worried more about what he might do if V was escorted to a police car and walked past him without me there. I knew how he felt about V, I knew there were a lot of things he wanted to argue about, and right now, I knew he would lash out.

"Miss, what exactly happened in the building, where did it take place?"

"It was in my unit, number eight on the fourteenth floor," I said. "That man, Kim Jihyun. He was up there waiting for me with a knife. I have reason to believe he killed the other girl inside, Han Min-Che."

"What state was she in when you arrived?" He asked.

"She was hanging, there was a rope around her neck and she was dead." I replied.

"What is your relationship to the deceased?" He asked, writing down my answers into a memo pad.

"There is none," I replied. "She is Min Che, the missing heiress from The Che Corporation. I was pet sitting for her late husband Han Jumin when I found her in the apartment. It seemed like he had kept her locked up in his bedroom for months."

"Where is Han Jumin now?" He asked.

"He's dead...officer," I murmured. "He committed suicide on Sunday."

"What was your relationship with him?" He added.

"Acquaintance," I replied. "I barely knew him."

"Thank you, miss," he finally said, closing his memo pad. "That should be all the questions I need for now. There will obviously be a trial for Kim Jihyun unless he confesses, but seeing as we have your testimony and the other victim is no longer alive to give one, I don't think he will have much of a choice."

"If that's all," I said. "Can I go back to my friend, now?" The officer nodded, placing a hand on my shoulder as he inspected my neck.

"Take care of that tonight." He said. "Don't let that get infected. You're lucky he missed the jugular."

"I will," I replied. "Thanks." I raced back over to Yoosung who stood still as a statue until I wrapped my arms around his waist in a tight hug, then he seemed to come back to life, wrapping his arms around me just as tightly unmoving until Jaehee returned. Following her was two responders carrying the covered gurney holding MIn's body. A few moments later we stood back as two police forcefully held V by the arms, handcuffed and glaring daggers at me while Yoosung protectively stood in front of me, glaring back at him with twice as much venom.

"Aren't you lucky?" asked a security guard as he approached us slowly with his hands out where I could see them. "I was the one watching the security cameras. They start filming as soon as there is movement inside the penthouse. I managed to radio in as soon as the lights turned on." I nodded.

"Thank you." I said.

"Jaehee!" Yoosung barked as she approached us with the two security guards that apprehended V. "Noona, what was she doing all by herself?"

"Yoosung," I whispered. "Leave her alone."

"It's okay, Mia." She replied. "He's right, I should have never let you go alone."

"After everything she's been through…" He added. "I would never let her out of my sight."

After everything I've been through… I didn't even want to be in Korea anymore. I longed for a flight back to my small town in America. A quiet place where conglomerates weren't murdered and civilians weren't the collateral damage of madmen.

But I also couldn't leave behind such wonderful friends. Aside from V, the RFA had helped me through so much. From my initial appearance and the confusion of the communication barrier, to the bomb in Rika's apartment, to my stay in Jumin's home, and now this.

Yoosung refused to let go of me, no longer trusting anyone to touch me, and I didn't let go of him either. He only let me loose long enough so I could buckle the seatbelt in the back of the police car while we rode to the hospital. Then he made sure that the strap didn't touch my throat.

I was given antibiotic lotion so that it wouldn't become infected. Yoosung stayed with me even when we left, waiting until I was safely inside Jaehee's apartment before he headed home.

I was not left alone for more than a second for the rest of the day. Jaehee always made sure she could see me while she made tea and when she got up to make dinner. She took phone calls for me as if she were my receptionist. Letting me talk to the police and the RFA members whenever I allowed it.


A few days later, we found out that Seven had adopted Elizabeth The Third from the local cat cafe she was sent to, and he enjoyed nothing more than spamming the chat room with photos of her. By that weekend, we held a proper funeral service for Jumin and Min Che, having received his body from the morgue in China. They were buried in the same plot of land, graves just inches apart, sharing a headstone declaring them The Han Legacy. Married on Earth and reunited in Heaven.

V confessed to killing Min and to my attempted murder. He was arrested just a few days before the funeral and we never heard a word from him again.

I stayed with Jaehee for longer than I anticipated, but she never once complained about my presence. She officially became the Executive Director of the South Korean Branch of C&R International, taking me on as her Chief assistant and filling the company with projects related to retail and restaurant management. Her favorite ventures were coffee franchises.

The guys made it a point to come and visit whenever they could, and we all met much more frequently now. Going for Karaoke or casual drinks after a long day.

After a rocky start, I quickly found myself growing quite accustomed to life in a foreign country, and when I started dating Yoosung; I knew I had found myself a home.

It wasn't quite the ever after I expected, but it was one I wouldn't trade for anything.