And Part Four is finally here. I'm sorry it's so late; I found it hard to find time to write it. But here it is and I hope you like it. This is the last chapter.

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She twirled the empty wine glass in her hand. She sighed and placed the glass down on the table in front of her. She had been planning on drinking herself to oblivion, but after one glass of red wine and she realised that her plane was pointless. It would give her some relief, but not for long and the after effects – a massive hangover – didn't seem very attractive. She lay back on the sofa, resting her eyes after a long day at work. She didn't get long, as there was a loud knock on the door just a few seconds after she had closed her eyes. She flicked them open and stood up. She walked slowly to the door. She closed her eyes for a second before opening the door.

She blinked hard, not believing the evidence of her own eyes. Tanya was standing on her doorstep.

"You better come in." Jac said, quietly. There where so many thoughts rushing through her head. The two women walked, in silence, to the living room. Jac watched as Tanya slipped onto the sofa. She took the armchair that was facing it. "So, what do you want?" Jac asked, and despite her better judgement she was curious to know what she wanted.

"He never talks about the past." Tanya informed her, her voice ringing out in the small room. "And neither do you." She hesitated. "There's something not right between you." She paused again, giving Jac time to speak.

"And why would I tell you?" She almost spat, her words coming out much harsher than intended. A silence descended on the pair, after Jac's words.

"He was here last night, wasn't he?" Tanya asked, not letting any of her emotions show in her voice or face. Jac was surprised at that, she had pinned Tanya down as the weepy type – a Faye mark II.

Jac didn't know how to answer her question. "Don't worry you don't have to answer. I'm not stupid, you know. I do realise that my husband most probably slept with you." Tanya informed her, with a tone that didn't change from calmness.

"We didn't sleep together." Jac said, slowly, a few seconds later. Tanya raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" Jac nodded in answer. "I'm not stupid." She hesitated, she hadn't expected Jac to deny the claim. "So if you didn't sleep with him, what happened?"

"We talked." She knew that Tanya was sceptical, but when she didn't ask any more questions, Jac felt relieved.

"Are you Harry's mother?" The question came out of the blue and Jac nearly swallowed her tongue in surprise. "It's a logical leap, Jac. You were in a relationship with Joseph two years ago. Harry is two. There is history between you and him. You couldn't operate on him. And most damning of all, you can't look that boy in the eye." The way Tanya spoke reminded her of a lawyer for the prosecution's closing statement, and the way she had deducted all those facts and made a complete jigsaw out of the pieces, made Jac feel slightly vulnerable. Lawyer's had always been able to do that to her, even when it wasn't her on trial.

"Are you a lawyer?" It was Jac turn to incite surprise. Tanya blinked once before nodding.

"How'd you guess?"

"That statement you just made, it reminded me of lawyers. I mean you sounded a lot like a lawyer." Jac spoke absentmindedly.

"You listen to a lot of lawyers, then?" Tanya asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jac shook her head. "My father…" She hesitated. She didn't know why she was telling Tanya all of this. "Nothing. He was just a lawyer. It's nothing." Jac had spoken quickly and Tanya looked at her with a look that made Jac feel as if Tanya was looking into her soul.

All her memories of her father were him in court, prosecuting over one trial or another; the joy on his face when he sent a criminal down, him in his blue court suit, addressing the jury in his big booming voice. He always had charm in the court room. Jac just wished that he had had that charm at home.

The pressures of being a high-flying lawyer had made her father drink. And a lot. It was always a lot with him, never a little or even a tiny bit. Jac hated the drink, and she hated her father, mainly what the drink did to him – but also the fact he wouldn't ever stop. He had hit her mother.

He had never hurt Jac physically but he had damn well hurt her in other ways. It had been the first time that she had felt worse than nothing and it hadn't been the last. So it had been a relief when, on her tenth birthday, he had never come home from the shop after going out to by candles for her cake. Her mother had found a note under her pillow saying he couldn't be a husband or a father anymore. He needed a fresh start.

That night had been the first and only time she had heard her mother cry. It was a little over two years later that her mother had fled her life as well. It was then that she started to believe what her father had told her in his numerous drunken rages.

"You still haven't answered my question." Tanya brought Jac out of her reverie with her words. "Are you Harry's mother?"

Jac shook her head. "No." She didn't expand on the single syllable answer.

"Do you know who is?"

"Yes."

"And are you going to tell me who?"

"His first wife." She could tell that Joseph hadn't thought to inform Tanya of the existence of Faye, because of Tanya's reaction to her words. Even thought she had tried to hide it, Jac had seen the shock in her eyes. "So he hasn't told you about Faye, then?" Tanya shook her head.

"When…" She hesitated. "Where is she now?"

"Now? I have no idea. France, maybe? Or maybe she's been sectioned again? Who knows?" Jac knew she was been harshly cruel on Tanya, as she knew nothing of Joseph's past.

"Sectioned?" Tanya asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"Yep." She said, nodding. "Before Harry was born. I had to convince her to leave the mental hospital because Harry was breach and she was stubbornly saying she wouldn't. I told her some home truths', and she did as I asked."

Tanya sat, slightly in shock, on Jac's sofa. After a few seconds, she stood up, and Jac knew she was going to leave. "I'll be going then." Jac could tell that Tanya wanted to say something else but couldn't bring herself to. She turned and walked to the door. She hesitated when she came to it, and turned to face her. "Do you love him?"

Jac didn't have to think about it. "Yes." Then she cursed herself for telling Tanya that she was in love with her husband. How insensitive. Well, she never had been a big one for sensitivity. She liked telling it how it was. Telling the truth. The truth was that she was in love with him.

"Then why don't you fight for him?"

Jac considered Tanya's question for a few seconds. "You make him happy, Tanya. Of all the things I ever made him feel, I don't ever thing it was happy. Love, maybe, but never happy. It's simple when you think about it like that."

With Jac's words ringing in her ears, Tanya slammed the door behind her.

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"And why are you looking so glum today?" Jac was sitting, clutching a coffee, in the small café by the lift. Sasha had just bounded up to her, a lopsided smile on his face. He slumped down in the seat opposite her. "This is about Joseph, isn't it?" She looked up at him, wondering how he had guessed her emotions so easily.

She nodded, and Sasha put his arms around her. "I think you need a hug." Jac shook his arms of her, and shot him a death stare. "Or a death potion." Sasha added, jokingly after her stare.

"I'm not up for a joke." Her eyes wandered to the door of the lift. It pinged open. She was about to stand up and get in the queue for the lift, when she saw who was leaving it. Joseph was holding Harry's hand and had his other arm around Tanya's waist. She closed her eyes, when he glanced in her direction, hoping it would make her invisible.

Sasha turned around, a quizzical look on his face. When he saw Joseph, he turned back to her and mouthed 'oh'. She nodded. She stood up, abruptly, leaving her half-finished coffee. "Tell Elliot I'm going home." She shouted to Sasha, over her shoulder. She knew she couldn't face work today. So she was taking the coward's way out.

She walked slowly through the car park to where she had left her bike. Instantly she saw something had been added to it, since she had left it earlier in the day. There was an envelope sitting on the seat, with her name on it. She picked it up and then instantly dropped it back down onto the seat. It was Joseph's writing on the front. She picked it up slowly, and opened it.

Dear Jac,

I have to do this. I have to tell you how much you mean to me.

I love you.

It's simple, now. There was a time when it wasn't quite so simple. Now it's clear.

I love you.

But I offered you a chance and you let me go. Now I have to let you go.

Maybe one day, we can be together again, but for now I have my wife and Harry to think about.

Maybe one day, Jac. I live in hope.

All my love,

Joseph

Drop, drop, drop. The tears stained the paper, and they blurred her vision. She wiped her eyes and looked up, searching for him in the car park. She needed to see him one more time. She saw him, but it was too late. She watched his car until she couldn't see it anymore.

And then she started crying again.

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Fin