Sarah stopped waiting for Red to be back five years ago , but she never lost hope. She almost lost everything with him leaving, except hope, and her job. She was doing good in it. Actually she did that to bury her grief. And to hold on to one more thing that belongs to him, to Red.

Hobbs was a good man and saw she was doing good, so he kept promoting her in her work. But this never helped to make her happy again. Nothing helped at all.

She spent every night praying that he would be come back to her, to them. But he never did. She was now approaching her forty three, but she was still pretty and attractive woman. A lot of men had tried to get her. She went to one of her old bars after the first year. She watched the hot men stripping for her, giving her immoral gestures. She tried to be back to her old Sarah. But she got panicked when the first guy laid a hand on her body. And there wasn't a second one.

She went back home that night and cried as she has never done, maybe except after the death of her son. She couldn't deny, Raymond Reddington had already claimed her, owned her, and ruined her for all other men. That night, she held the ruby anklet she had taken off only few hours ago and scanned the red stones sadly, before she put it back to where it should be, around her ankle. She was his, whether she wore it or not, she belonged to him, to Reddington. And she knew that night she won't take it off again till she gets into the dirt.

She thought about visiting Dr. Jackson. But after a few sessions, she knew it was useless. She didn't need therapy, she needed Red, she needed her man.

And when she met her husband, David a couple of years ago in the mall, she froze for moments, before he approached her giving her his hand, "Hello, Sarah. How are you?"

After moments of hesitation, she shook his hand coldly, "Hello, David."

As he talked to her, she couldn't help scanning him. He looked different. More serious than he was several years ago, more responsible. And she didn't mind having coffee with him.

As they sat together at a coffee shop inside the mall, he gazed her, "You are still pretty like you were last time I saw you, Sarah."

She moved a tress of her short hair behind her ear as she replied nervously, "I'm in my forties now, Dave."

He smiled, "I know how old you are, Sarah. We were married not long ago. I still remember everything about you. But that doesn't change the truth that you are still an attractive woman."

She smiled embarrassed, "Thank you, David. You on the other hand look different, sound different."

He smiled bitterly, "I suffered much after our divorce, Sarah. The feeling of guilt didn't hit me, till you were gone. I knew then what horrible things I've done to you, to us... and to our baby."

She closed her eyes in pain, and shook her head, "No need to talk about that anymore, David. It's over. It was our destiny and I don't blame you for anything. Not anymore."

He held her hand on the table between them as he begged, "But I was a terrible husband, a terrible father, Sarah. I did bad things to you that you never deserved. I hurt you badly."

Her body froze again when he held her hand, and she ceased breathing of the surprise. She tried to have a deep breath, and her voice broke as she replied, "It's over, David. It's a past now. And I moved on." She followed that by pulling back her hand to rest them on her thighs.

He swallowed and asked with husky voice, "You got married?"

She thought of Red, but she shook her head silently feeling the lump in her throat, so he asked again, "You are in relation."

It was a declaration more than a question, and she sighed as she got up holding her bag, "I have to go now. I can't be late. Thank you for the coffee, Dave."

He got up and asked fast, "Can I give you a ride?"

She shook her head, "No, thank you. My car is across the street."

He moved closer to her, "Then let me walk you to your car."

He didn't give her a chance to refuse and held her hand to go out. The feeling of his hand around hers that domestically brought shivers to her body. She had a deep breath and he asked hesitated, "Does he ask you to go home at certain time? You're not allowed to be late?"

She pulled her hand of his and made it look like she was looking for her car keys in her bag as she answered, "Not him."

He asked simply, "Aha, it's you who hate to be late to him?"

They reached her car now, and she opened it as she looked at him nervously, "No, David. He's gone. He left."

He was surprised and he replied weekly, "Oh, I'm sorry for you, Sarah. You always fall with the wrong guy."

She sighed and nodded, "Yeah. I can't say you're wrong."

He held her hand that rested on the door knob, "Then can we meet again, Sarah? I swear I became another person... and I will never..."

She cut him off with firm voice, "No. No, David. We're over. I'm over. I can't be with you again, or with any other man. I have a target now for my life. Any man in my life will oppose to that target. I can't let anybody do this. And now excuse me, I'm late to that target."

She got into her car and just was gone in a second leaving him standing in shock.

That night, five years after he's gone. It was about nine o'clock, when she decided to go to bed. She shut down her laptop and walked to the kitchen to bring a bottle of water, when she heard the knocking on her door. She was amazed, so she approached the door and looked through the hole. She gasped when she saw him. She closed her eyes in pain and rested her forehead to the door. The next knock startled her, and her body quivered . She had a deep breath, then opened the door slowly to face him. For a whole moment, neither of them talked, till he spoke with deep voice, "How are you, Giles?"

He was answered by a strong slap to his cheek that cut his lower lip. He looked at her guiltily before she crashed into his chest sobbing his name over and over like a mantra, "Raymond..."