She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, chin dropping to her chest. That rage still simmers.

"He didn't have to." She wants to rail against the man, call him a filthy coward for abandoning his wife and child, but Gene knows.

And maybe Gene could have found a way to clear her name. Even now, she knows it's going to be a struggle, even if the charges are dropped. The damage has been done.

And it doesn't matter. She's not staying. (That thought crowds in the back of her throat, makes her eyes water. She's not staying and he's right here.)

She drinks her tea, imagining just standing up and taking his hand, taking him back to bed and explaining it to him, one kiss at a time.