Epilogue.

''News just in from Santa Monica,'' the newsreader started, ''police have received a tip off from an anonymous member of the public after the son of Nathan Hockley, Caledon was found dead this morning. His brother, Ethan was found at a house not so far away and was arrested on sight. Their valet Spicer Lovejoy, pictured was also arrested at another local house. The Hockley family are said to be involved in the disappearances and deaths of many people in the area since they moved here six months ago...''

The noises faded off into the background from the television. A cheque sat next to Rose as she played with it with her fingers. In one split second, she tore it up in four ways and tossed it into the air. ''Three million dollars. Gone.'' She whispered, numbly.

''He always tried to buy us.'' Her mother turned the volume down on the television as various pictures of the Hockley family flashed up on the screen.

''Yes.''

''I am sorry I didn't believe you sooner.'' Rose stood from the sofa, straightening out her skirts. It was a rare glimpse of her mother's emotion.

''Mother, none of that is necessary. I am just glad that we are all right.''

Ruth turned to the TV once more. ''Do you think the press know about Nathan's generous offer for the camera to not be made public.''

Rose shrugged. It was a trait which her mother hated, and she knew where she had picked it up. A knock sounded at the door of the living room and Trudy entered sheepishly. ''I'm sorry, but you have a visitor, Rose.''

''I am coming.'' She turned to her mother. ''We will have dinner tomorrow afternoon before you leave.''

Ruth nodded as she watched her daughter leave. Just like that she was alone. Truth be told, it was time. Her daughter was far old enough to make her own decision in life, that was something which she had learnt in this past two weeks.

Making her own decision had also been hard but Ruth had an older sister in Washington who had begged her to visit for years, truth be told, she had never had time, the mindset or the ability to travel alone but now she felt as though it was time to do these things alone. Her daughter was making her own way in the world, it was her time too.

But for now, it would be the time for just her and Jack.

This would be their last night, here on the beach together. Jack nuzzled into Rose's neck as she giggled. Before long, they were kissing and rolling around just as young lovers did.

''I quit the Grill.'' Jack told her in between kisses.

''We sold the house. My mother leaves tomorrow evening.''

Rose couldn't help but feel the excitement bubble in the pit of her stomach. ''I got an idea.'' Jack whispered.

''What is that?''

''How about I marry you tomorrow before your mother leaves? Tommy can come too. Then we can call this travelling our honeymoon.''

Rose giggled before her face fell serious. ''I wouldn't mind being your wife. Finally.''

Thanks for reading this. I have just done a massive upload to try to complete a lot of my older stories, including this one.