He was running.
Running so hard it hurt. He just had to do whatever he could to get it out of his system. To get the horrid images that had blinded his eyes in the moment.
The rain was pouring, such an ironic fact that an event like this happened on such a dreary night. The dark clouds and atmosphere matched his mood perfectly.
He saddened at the thought of how wrong the turn of events tonight had went. The perfect night had turned into his worst nightmare.
He felt though, that it was partly his fault. He was supposed to be a world famous detective, and he couldn't even figure out the clues if they were underneath his nose.
He supposed though, that he might be slightly melodramatic. It wasn't as though someone had died, just as though a part of him had.
This had happened to him before, but he didn't remember it feeling like this. He prayed that this was just a passing feeling and that he would feel normal again, and not so emotional.
He saw an empty bench near an old, abandoned restaurant. He took one look at it, and went and collapsed in it. He turned, and realized he wasn't the only occupant sitting in this lone chair on such a depressing night.
He recognizes her immediately, a face that was familiar to him as his own. It has been a long time since he has seen her, years even. Though she still had the same features, the soft hair, winning smile, and eyes that shone in the dark.
He asked her what she was doing here, as she doesn't live in this area anymore. She replies and says her dad had business in the area and she came along for the ride.
She then notices the sullen look that coats his face and asks what's wrong. He then launches into the horror story that had happened that day. When he finished, she had empathy written all over her face.
After she completes her story, they both come to the same conclusion. That both of their stories had the same, ironic ending, the cheating spouse.
He thought it felt good to get all the pressure of his shoulders, especially with someone who had firsthand experience. Plus it was nice to see her after so many years apart.
They were always good together. It was true that people always said that opposites attract. They also always knew how to comfort the other when they needed it. She might not have looked it but she was one of a kind.
For the first time since the terrible ordeal that day, he was thinking of something else. He finally decided that for once in his life he would take a cue from his brother and be impulsive.
And with that thought, Frank Hardy asked her to go get a coffee with him, and to his delight she said yes. Standing up, he saw the sun finally starting to clear and the empty hole in his heart repairing.
Slinging an arm around her shoulders and slowly walking to the coffee shop, he spotted a nearby gutter and he knew what he had to do. In one swift motion, he flung the silver wedding band from his left ring finger into the gutter.
From where he was standing, he could still faintly make out the inscription on the inside of the band which still read "Nancy" in shining letters. This was the end of the beginning, but that was alright.
So, hand in hand Frank Hardy and Callie Shaw walked towards a new future together that would hopefully last forever. But all of that didn't matter in the end, as long as they had each other.