I know I shouldn't start another story until my others were finished, but I couldn't help myself. This is mainly about Andy. It's probably only going to be a few chapters long.

No one knows his back story. All they know is he was a drunk and now he's not.

I know this is short because A) I want to see if anyone will actually read it. B) If some people want me to continue. Review to tell me if I should please.

People knew rumors. They didn't know the whole story, at least not his.

The reason why he drank (became a drunk) was not out of a selfish act nor was it because his marriage ended so badly. In fact Andy was sober after he got divorced.

The settlement went well. He was able to see his kids three days every week. Who could complain about that? Some people only got to see their kids every other weekend or once a month. Andy was lucky to be able to see his kids at all since he was a busy cop that had little time to do anything.

That was the reason why he divorced too. His wife and he were never happy. They never fought or anything, there was just no love between them. Yes the L word. The one that makes up all relationships and happily ever after. They never got a happily ever after, but who's to say what a happily ever after is?

Andy was married for one reason and one reason only. He had twin daughters with his girlfriend. Like the good man his mother raised, he decided to marry her.

He was twenty-one year's sober today. You'd think he'd go celebrate with a non-alcoholic beverage, but it was a miserable day. All he wanted was to be left alone. Andy's decision to become sober after being an alcoholic for four years was based on that fact he was starting to forget the memory of her. Her smell; the way her hair fell onto her shoulders; the way they kissed without a care in the world as to who saw.

Sobriety was supposed to make him feel better about himself. In all honesty, sobriety was a bitch. It never let him drink the pain away of a broken heart. It was supposed to give a reason to move forward. What did he have to move forward with if he didn't have her?

Once a year, every year since twenty-five years ago he asked himself the same question. What if it were me instead of her? That was usually the same question every person who grieved thought. What if it were me instead of them? Truly, it would have been just as bad the other way around. She probably would have been just as miserable as him today….

"Andy?" He jumped out of his past images of her and back to reality. "Do you have anything to share?" Brenda questioned with a cut to chase (in a kind of sweet way) tone. She eyed the item in his hands that he was staring at in the previous moment.

It was a photo of the beloved woman…. The one who would never be forgotten. Flynn looked up from the picture and in a self-conscious reaction; he stuffed the picture of her back into his wallet. "Nothing at all, Chief." He alleged with a fake smile to show he was okay when he truly wasn't.

Everyone watched Brenda and Flynn exchange in conversation. Provenza knew this day. He knew why his partner was so unhappy, or did he? Maybe like all the others, he didn't know Andy's story. Just rumors.

I will not reveal her name until probably the next chapter if I should continue. Thank you for reading!