I know this is short but it is the epilouge. On Sunday I will post Fairweather Friend, but for now this is it.


Seven

Time won't wait, so don't be late
White rabbits on the run

-Vanessa Carlton

The next evening the little family was eating dinner when the phone rang. "I'll get it." Emily stood, and answered the phone.

"Hello?" A voice from the other end asked.

"Hello this is Emily Prentiss, may I ask who I'm speaking to?" She asked.

"Emily, hi its me, Matteo, Matteo Benton. So che è stato un po ', ma ho sentito che era stato in Italia."

She nearly dropped the phone. "Matteo? Tu sei morto. Ho-ho visto il tuo corpo ero al tuo funerale." Changing quickly to Italian.

"Lo so, mi dispiace non ho contatto più presto. Volevo, ma non potevo. Puoi venire in Italia?" He asked her, his voice that same whisper she'd recognize anywhere.

"Sarò lì al mattino. Ciao Matteo" She hung up and turned to Derek.

"Who was it?" He asked.

"I-I'm sorry I have to go. If I'm not back in 10 days fly to Rome."

The End.