Brady threw the door open at the first knock.
"How are you, Nic?"
"Wonderful," she said. He knew it was true. She had Eric; by definition she was wonderful. It had always been that way. "Just wanted to forgive you, officially, before we leave."
"You don't have to leave. The recording is gone—"
"I'm very forgiving," Nicole interrupted. "I pretty much have to be. But, you know, Eric once went twelve years without speaking to me."
Brady remembered.
"I hope for your sake it isn't twelve years before he looks at you again."
And she left.
End.