It's been over a week since her divorce was final. She could still remember Bill's expression when he left the court room. Broken, lost, remorseful. He told her he was sorry. His apology came too late. If she hadn't done what she did, it wouldn't have come at all. He agreed on the alimony, and the financial support for their two daughters. They agreed that Bill should keep the house, Catherine had no intention to go back to Bluebridge. It was a long couple of months of divorce court.
She was finally free from the life she thought she had to endure for the rest of her life. She thought she would feel exhilarated, she didn't. It was just a sense of calm that came over her, peacefulness of the heart and mind. The taking back of herself that she now realized needed getting use to. She had to learn how to be herself again, as absurd as it may sound, but it's true.
His warm hand rested on the small of her back, interrupting her gaze over the balcony. "Are you alright?" his heavy tone was like music to her ears.
She smiled and glanced at him, "Yeah," her eyes went back to where she was staring before, far at the city landscape.
He leaned on the railing and stared at her. What he'd give to know what she was thinking about. It might take awhile until she could open up to him, but he was willing to wait. She was the woman he always knew he wanted to keep in his life. He had lost her once, he won't lose her again.