I was expecting it. I think that's why it hurt the most. I knew it was coming, yet I tried to deny it until the last possible second. He hung up the phone. I leaned back against the headboard and closed my eyes. I could feel him looking at me, hear the phone snap closed.

"That was the Bureau," He said, resigned, "There's a job I have to work."

I think it was that moment that I felt raw and opened. I was angry, and he was making it worse. How could he leave his wife and his son for work on his vacation? I was suffocating, trapped. Funny, I'm usually the one to filter what comes out of my mouth.

"You said that you wouldn't have to go back for two more weeks! Why are you choosing your work over your family? You'd rather look at these awful murder scenes and study how psychopaths think than teach your son how to throw a football? It's hard to believe that you're a father, because right now? You're doing a horrible job!" I looked over my shoulder, but he wasn't there.

He was already in the bathroom, getting ready.

He poked his head out of the doorway. "Did you say something?"

I balled my fists. "No."

My thoughts were incoherent.

I knew I was being childish. I knew I was being irrational. But somehow, I knew it was right for the situation. Angrily, I stomped out of bed and threw on my robe haphazardly.

He was almost out the door. I stood behind, leaning on the wall.

"At least, remember to say goodbye to your son."

I was absolutely sure of my actions now. He left, kissing me on the cheek, like that one small action would make everything better. Years ago, it might have. But people change.

The suitcases were packed. I held my son's small hand and walked out of the house that gave me so much happiness. But it was tainted now. Hurriedly, I closed the door. It was a small, sad victory. I was second guessing, I was worried, but I knew I couldn't live here anymore.

I started the ignition and pulled out of my driveway that belonged to the house with all my memories. Not looking back, I drove away.

No doubt about it, Aaron Hotchner was good at his job. It's ironic that that was his downfall.