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Warrick Tenyson paced the halls of the house he shared with her six year old daughter and his wife. He had a problem. He was offered an insane amount of money to build a car bomb. It would be enough to pay for his daughter's medical treatments and that would be an awesome deal. The problem was that he didn't have the moral hardheartedly to do that. He knew what he had to do. He had to go to the police. He had to report it.
Monk looked up as a man came into the back.
"Excuse me sir… I don't think you're allowed to enter from the back. That's just for cops and their families"
"I'm sorry," Warrick said, "I wasn't thinking"
Monk shook his head.
"Don't worry about it," he said, "what can I do for you"
"Um… okay well my name is Warrick Tenyson"
"Adrian Monk," he said and shook his hand
"Monk! Wait you don't… are you married to that woman… that journalist"
Monk nodded
"Trudy," he said
"Thank GOD I came here today. I was hired by a man called THE JUDGE to make a bomb to kill her. I knew right away I had to report this"
"THANK YOU," Monk exclaimed gratefully though he was visibly shaken up.
Warrick provided all the information so he knew what happened.
The judge was arrested and put away the next day.
When Monk got home he was greeted by his wife.
"I really missed you today"
"I missed you too," he told her, "I love you"
"Adrian… there's something I have to tell you. Before we met…"
Her voice trailed off and he waited patiently for her to continue
"Before we met I was involved in a relationship with a much older man. I ended up having a child. Molly. The midwife that delivered her said she lived 9 minutes and then died. Today I found out she was alive"
"GOD Trudy that must have been terrible for you"
"What kind of horrible mother was I? How could I not tell my own baby was alive"
"TRUDY," he exclaimed, "don't even think about blaming yourself. The midwife told a false fact"
"But I was her mother. I should have known. I should-"
"STOP," he told her, "Don't do this to yourself"
"How could I not"
"Trudy we met when you were 18 so you must have been…"
"14 at the time. I got pregnant at 13 and then I had her at 14"
"Com'ere," he said and held her to him, "We're going to be okay"
She grinned.
"I love how you say that"
"Say what?"
"Say we"
"We?"
"You always say that. I love it. You don't say you are or I am you say we are. You're always right there with me the whole time. No matter what it is… no matter how frustrating it is you're right there with me. I love you for that. I love you for a love of things but that's one of the main things."
"Well… we are a we"
"Yes," she whispered, "we are"
"Now what are we going to do about Molly"
"I thought about that a lot," she told him, "and I think that we need to let her be where she is. She has a family that raised her since infancy. It wouldn't be fair to take her from them now."
As she said those words she was sobbing.
Monk looked at Trudy and shook his head in amazement. She was always thinking of others before herself. She was always loving others before herself