it was over. all of it, finally.

the Singh family could rest with their name cleared, Elliot Ward was behind bars where he belonged, and you, you could finally put all the “detective” work behind you.

with your boyfriend, Ravi’s, encouragement you began a podcast about his brother’s, trying to find an outlet to put out all your complicated feelings and get rid of the nightmares, flashbacks, and pain that came with that simple EPQ turned to an attempt on your life.

but in all honesty, nothing really helped. nothing expect Orexin, a strong sleeping sedative that shuts off the brain’s instinct to stay awake. a sedative that was not prescribed to you, Howie came into play from Sal’s case, getting them for you.

one night, Ravi was sleeping over, a usual occurrence but this time you had accidentally left the pills in the cupboard instead of tucked away. he went to brush his teeth and his heart nearly stopped.

he thought about his brother Sal, about Elliot Ward, how that evil man stuffed the same pills down his brother’s throat.

he came out of the bathroom, pills in hand as you braided your hair loosely in front of your vanity.

“what the hell is this?” he asked, his voice already shaking as he forcefully set the bottle down.