Connie sat in her office with tears running down her face. For the fist time in her life she felt completely alone. There was no one left to care for her, to take her home and to love her.
She had finally done what she a threatened to do for years; she had walked out on Michael. It was just too much to bear. She knew he'd had flings before now. And she knew that she hadn't exactly been faithful. But there was something about walking in on your husband kissing one of your staff that was too much. And there was the way he'd betrayed her, forced her to leave her job, knowing how much she adored working at Holby. So, about an hour ago she had packed a bag and walked out of the house, leaving Michael a note to say she wasn't coming back. And then she'd come her, not knowing where else to go or what else to do. She wanted to talk to someone, wanted someone to reassure her that she had done the right thing and to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was no one though. No one would want to comfort Connie Beauchamp, Ice Queen. She never showed anyone any compassion so why should they want to help her now.
Resigned to spending the rest of her life alone, Connie brushed away her tears and fetched the blanket from the cupboard. She kicked off her shoes and curled up and the sofa, pulling the blanket right up to her chin.
"Maybe tomorrow", she though as she fell into a fitful sleep. "Maybe tomorrow things will be a little better."