Shortly after Sally was arrested, she was sentenced to life without parole for twenty years for her murder. It was true that the name Heather Baker, who was actually Sally Meadows, was an evil person, and was a psychopath without Jacob and I realizing who Sally was.

Detective Sailor, whose full name was Zachary Lawrence Sailor, was also sentenced to life for his role as a serial killer, who was covering for Sally. It felt so good for Jacob to get justice, especially after his accusations against the crime he never committed. Jason Meadows was never an Evan Baker.

While sitting in a prison cell, Sally was severely wounded by a knife attack by another prisoner who was trying to break into the prison cell, and the woman's name was Katherine Sawyer, who used to be a part of a group called the Deadly Beauties, a gang of black women who have become known as the most dangerous criminals in America.

Katherine was the lead suspect in the attack on Sally, and was charged and withheld from the prison until the investigation of what happened to Sally was concluded.

Sally had to be removed from the prison, and was sent to be transferred to a hospital where she almost died of a deadly attack. After I heard the news, it was like I knew Sally was going to be treated differently in prison.

But I didn't expect someone to be so cruel and evil to Sally. She may be a criminal, but she didn't deserve to get hurt by another prisoner.

And as for Detective Sailor, (who I thought was an actual detective), was also in trouble for the wrong reasons. Detective Sailor after being interviewed in the interrogation room, by the lead detective, Jonesberg, was not only in trouble for being a part of Sally's murder plan, but had put in some wrongful information in the police report about Jacob's fingerprints, who's actual fingerprints were Sally's.

I felt relieved after I knew Jacob had left the courtroom as a free man, and I remember giving Jacob a big hug, and I was very thrilled. The people of the court, some of them applauded for Jacob, and others were sort of surprised that Jacob was innocent of the crime.

Jacob was also going viral on Twitter, and other social platforms. Jacob just wanted to have his normal life back, and eventually it did return to normal. I married Mandy about a year later, and Mandy and I are now expecting a baby together.

After Mandy found out she's pregnant, I decided to continue my job as a prosecutor. Mandy, who's now eight months pregnant, is due in the month of July. We are naming our son PJ, short name for Peter James, and his full name will be Peter James Morgan. Jacob was very excited to meet PJ after he was born.

Mandy had a home birth and gave birth at our house. Mandy's midwife was Cindy Rene, a thirty five year old mother, wife, and a daughter of a mother who had raised Cindy as a single mother. I was very proud of Mandy as she gave birth to Peter.

Mandy had pushed so hard, so many times, and I was giving her my support, even though Mandy was screaming in pain while birthing our son. Peter had brown hair, brown eyes, and Peter had a head full of hair. No wonder why Mandy complained about having heartburn while pregnant with Peter.

As soon as I held my son in my arms, I deeply felt touched by his love. I smiled at my son for the first time ever, and two weeks later, as Mandy was resting and recovering from giving birth, I was the one who had been taking care of Peter. I was feeding him a bottle, giving him a bath, taking him to doctors appointments for monthly visits, and Mandy just became severely depressed after having PJ.

I didn't know what was going on with Mandy, until she was diagnosed with Postpartum Depression. I never thought I'd see Mandy blaming our son for her depression, and Mandy eventually wanted to get help so she could get closer with PJ. It was hard raising PJ, and raising Jacob at the same time. Jacob is to graduate high school pretty soon, as he just finished his second year of high school as a sophomore.

Jacob was becoming more aware of how high school actually works, and Jacob still doesn't speak to David anymore.

Jacob and Marlo had been friends since the day Jacob was accused. Jacob decided to raise money for charity, for people who had cancer like myself. I was very proud of my little brother, and Jacob had always been told he has a good heart.

Jacob even made more friends than usual. Jacob and Marlo became friends with this girl named Rebecca Donaldson, who Jacob eventually asked her to be his new girlfriend.

Jacob and Rebecca were both nineteen when they graduated high school together. I am now thirty years old. Jacob has asked Rebecca to marry him. Mandy and I were expecting our second child, and this time we were having a daughter. Peter is now four years old.

Mandy and I decided to name our daughter after my mother, to honor her.

I felt like my life was going downhill after Jacob was arrested, and things were looking great for me and Jacob after it's been over four years now since Jacob's freedom was granted.

Jacob started attending Harvard after Mandy and I became parents for the second time. It was actually my third time as a parent. First Jacob, secondly, Peter Jr. and thirdly, Emilia.

I have always wanted to start a family since I was a kid. I have dreamed of becoming a father ever since I was a young boy. I used to watch how my parents raised Jacob as their son, and I kind of learned how to be a parent by watching my parents act like parents, even though I'd said I didn't know how to be a father and a mother to Jacob.

Jacob and I became close, our relationship as brothers was more important than anything else. After Jacob and Rebecca got married, and had adopted their first child since Rebecca was unable to get pregnant.

Rebecca and Jacob had named their son Jacob Jr. I could never be happier for Jacob than I am nowadays. After Jacob and Rebecca had adopted their first baby, Rebecca had gone through infertility after so many months and they named their second child, a daughter after our mother as well.

But then, after I had turned thirty one years old, my cancer had returned for the third time. It wasn't good news but I was severely ill after my third cancer returned.

Dr. Marlins then told me I had six more months to live. Mandy was devastated and as I told Jacob shortly after he had started studying Harvard, I told him over the phone that while in tears, that I was gonna be okay.

Jacob was angry, and upset and feeling all sources of emotions. Jacob tells me that I was going to die soon, and this time it was my body's way of saying that my time is about to end. As I spoke over the phone with Jacob, Mandy was sitting beside me, on the couch, running my back feeling sorry for me. I had battled cancer for so many years, off and on, and I had to completely quit my job as a prosecutor after I had finally explained to my friends at my law firm, my boss Charlie and even Judge Judith, that my cancer had returned for the third time, after they never knew I was sick in the first place. They all understood why I had to resign from my job.

Everyone felt bad for me, I felt like I was being punished. Like my cancer returning for the third time was God's way of telling me that I'm not meant to be on this earth.

But I could never blame God for what he did for me and my brother as we were going through a rough patch with Jacob's accusation, and I promised God I would never be mad at him ever again.

I got in touch with Nolan after my cancer returned. I told him that I wanted to have someone who could tell me what to do in my short six months of life.

So, since Jacob had been busy becoming an anesthesiologist, Nolan would come hangout with me, even though he's now married, and he and his wife Ashlyn, and I had become friends.

I would talk to Jacob sometimes, and I would do things with Mandy and our two children. But then my cancer just got worse.

I was in the hospital, lying on a hospital bed, I had a nasal cannula inserted in my nose, I was wearing a hospital gown, an ID bracelet, a pulse oximeter on my left finger, and some blankets were on top of me and I had my eyes closed. The vital sign monitor was beeping, and Mandy was holding my hand. Mandy and I were supposed to celebrate our five year anniversary today, but instead my life on this earth is going to end.

Mandy sighed, and she rubbed my cheek with her hand, and she stroked my hair with her fingers, and Jacob had flown from Massachusetts after Mandy had told him that my time was officially coming to an end.

Jacob sighed, walking into my hospital room, and he noticed me lying in the hospital bed, with my eyes closed. I slowly opened my eyes and weakly said hey in a weak voice. Mandy gasped as she saw Jacob, and she stood up from her seat and gave Jacob a hug.

Mandy thanked Jacob for coming to see me, even though he wanted to.

As Jacob walked to the right side of my bed, he pulled out a chair, since the room had two chairs when usually there is only one, Jacob sat down, and he sighed. I swallowed, and I told Mandy in a weak voice that I wanted some alone time with Jacob. Mandy understood, nodding her head and she eventually left the room.

I couldn't believe how grown up Jacob was. I just smiled at Jacob, and weakly asked him how he was doing. Jacob scoffed, and he sighed. I could tell he wasn't happy, inside he's hurting.

"Jake?" I asked, weakly.

I could still hear the vital sign monitor beeping, as Jacob was silent. I sighed, turning my head facing the ceiling, closing my eyes, swallowing my saliva down my throat and I opened my eyes once again.

I turned my head facing Jacob, and he was still sitting in his chair next to me, looking right at me, in silence.

"Jacob?" I said, and Jacob sighed, nodding his head like he didn't know what to say. I sighed once again, and Jacob pulled his chair closer to me, and grabbed my hand. "How am I supposed to survive without you?" Jacob asked, and I said weakly, "you will," back at Jacob.

Jacob sighed, he was beginning to feel sad. I could see the tears building up in his eyes. I was feeling sad as well.

"I'm gonna miss you," Jacob said, in a sad and soft tone of voice, tears streaming down his face. He was trying to be brave, I sighed, and I began to tear up as well.

"Please don't leave me," Jacob said softly, "I need you, Ryan, I need you," Jacob continued saying, as he continued crying.

"I know, I know," I answered back, beginning to cry.

Jacob then leaned his head down, leaning forward, on top of my bed, and cried even harder. I started to cry even hard as well, and I rubbed the back of Jacob's head, comforting him. "I love you so much," I said, softly, continuing to cry. Jacob continued crying once again, we both continued to cry.

For the time being, five days later, my heart then just stopped beating. Jacob then saw the vital sign monitor flatline, Jacob stood up from his seat immediately and Mandy began to panic and Jacob ran out of my room for help.

I was going into cardiac arrest.

After the code team and Dr. Thomas had rushed into my room, and brought in the defibrillator to help me get my heart pumping again.

One code staff had laid me flat down on my back, and Jacob and Mandy were brought out of the room and they knew I was dead already. After I had laid flat down, another code staff had grabbed the defibrillator paddles, and put them on top of my chest.

"Clear!" The code staff said loudly, and she clicked the buttons of the paddles, shocked me, and looked at the machine and there were no vital signs.

"Clear!" The code staff said once again, I was shocked again. The code staff for the second time looked at the machine, and the line was still straight.

"Clear!" The code staff said for the third time, and shocked me again with the defibrillator paddles. Mandy knew I was gone, she dropped down onto knees, screaming, and Jacob was trying to comfort her. Jacob and Mandy were crying.

After the fourth time I was shocked, the code staff and everyone else knew I had died. My demise was caused by a direct invasion of the heart tissue by cancer cells. This can weaken the heart muscle and make it more prone to failure.