“Sure,” everyone said in unison, and Hanna turned into Spencer’s neighborhood.
“So,” Hanna said. “From now on, we are hanging out at least once a month, okay? I’m going to fly all of us out to L.A. in February. Which will be perfect, since it’s freezing in New York around then. What do you say?”
“Totally,” Aria answered, and Emily let out a cheer.
“As long as Melissa doesn’t have the baby early,” Spencer reminded them. “She’s due right around then, and she wants me to be her labor coach.” She made a freaked-out face, then glanced at Emily, who smiled sadly. “I can only imagine, Em,” she said softly. “I wish I’d been there to help you through it.” It hadn’t been so long ago that they’d all been there in Emily’s hospital room for her C-section.
“How is Violet, anyway?” Hanna asked, seeming to read their minds.
Emily grinned. “She’s great. She’s even starting to say some words!” That was something else that had changed: After the Ali stuff, Emily had decided that she wanted some contact with Violet, after all. She’d reached out to Violet’s family, saying that things were absolutely safe—no A was going to swoop down and try and steal Violet away—and they’d given her regular updates on the little girl, who was now a year and a half old. The family was planning to take Violet to Disneyland in California once she turned two, and they’d invited Emily along. She couldn’t wait.
They pulled up to Spencer’s house, and Spencer entered the key code into her gate. “Be right back,” she said, dashing inside.
Emily sat back and gazed at Spencer’s lawn, which was covered in a fine layer of frost. Even though she’d been there a thousand times since, all she could think of, suddenly, was the seventh-grade sleepover, when she and her friends and Courtney had convened on this very street. She could almost hear their words verbatim: I’m so glad this day is over. I’m so glad seventh grade is over. And then, from Mona Vanderwaal: Hey, Alison! Hey, Spencer! It was hard to imagine that a second DiLaurentis twin had been watching from the window the whole time. Waiting. Scheming. And that, hours later, Courtney would be dead.
Three months before, Real Ali had been officially sentenced to life in prison. Emily had considered going to the arraignment, but she decided she didn’t need to see Ali again. Still, she sometimes woke up in the middle of the night, certain that Ali was out there. Something about all of this felt unfinished. Emily wished she could have made Ali understand exactly what she’d done to them. But maybe she needed to let that go. Ali was crazy. She didn’t listen to reason.
“What the hell is that?”
Hanna pointed at something on the DiLaurentis’s curb. There was a jumble of candles, several stuffed animals, and a few bouquets of flowers wrapped in cellophane. A vanity license plate propped among them read Alison in glittery pink letters.
Emily’s insides seized. Another Ali shrine? Really?
Aria made a disgusted face. “Wonder how long that’s been up.”
Spencer swung back into the car with her camera, then glanced where the girls were looking. “Oh, yeah.” She made a face. “That. Amelia says it went up right after Ali was sentenced to life in prison.”
Emily squinted. “Three months ago?”
“Uh huh,” Spencer said.
Aria clucked her tongue. “I can’t believe there are still Ali Cats.”
“There probably always will be,” Emily said softly. She perused Ali Cat boards every so often, astonished at how many people still sympathized with Ali’s plight. “But we also know that the FBI has it under control. No one’s talking to her in prison. And no one is going to hurt us.”
“Damn right,” Hanna said. She glanced at Emily in the rearview mirror. “We won this time.”
Emily’s phone beeped. She looked down at the screen, feeling suddenly worried. Maybe it was being back in Rosewood, maybe it was being here, in front of Ali’s house, but she couldn’t help but think she’d just received a new text from A.
But it was from Laura. Miss you, chica, it said. Hope you’re having fun!
Emily looked up and smiled. She typed back that she missed Laura, too. Laura would never be Jordan, she knew. No one would be Jordan. But maybe that was okay. Emily was just happy going with the flow, seeing where things with Laura went.
Spencer cast one more glance at the Ali shrine, then shrugged. “You know what? Who cares if the Ali shrine is there. People can love Ali all they want. We have better things to do.”
“Hells yeah!” Hanna whooped, shifting into drive. “We have a premiere to get to!”
And just like that, the four of them took off, leaving the Ali shrine—and maybe Ali herself—far behind. To Emily, it felt like a huge moment. They were going off into their new lives. Into a world where they were understood and safe. Into a world where they could be anything they wanted.
And into a world where they’d always have each other.
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