25 Epilogue

Jon leaned against the headboard and looked at the time.

11PM.

11PM on Christmas Day and not one call from his estranged ex.

Did that mean Simon had already forgotten him?

He couldn't have that.

He picked up the cellphone and dialed a number. He hummed a Christmas tune as the phone rang on the other end.

“Hello?” a voice he hadn’t heard in ages. Since the trial. There were sounds of a party in the background.

“Baby.” He purred. "Did you miss me?"

“Hello?” Simon repeated. “Who is this?”

“Forgotten me already, sweetheart?” Jon said, his voice mocking. “I’m hurt.”

There was rustling and then silence.

Then; “J-Jon?”

“Merry Christmas, sugar.”

“How did you get this number?” Simon asked, his voice shaky.

Jon laughed.

“You don’t think I’m just going to let you go.” Jon said. “You never should have left me. Now, it is only a matter of time until I come for you. But this time, I am going to kill the pretty boy and make you watch. And then I will...”