She knew who it was even before she opened the door. Ignoring the apologetic look on his face she walked him to the sofa and sat down.
"We have to talk," he announced quite redundantly.
"I think I've been clear enough, Wayne. I can't trust you anymore, not after what has happened."
Him faking his death had been the straw that broke the camel's back; she couldn't risk going through it another time, especially for Ben's sake.
"All I'm asking is one last chance," he pleaded, but she cut him off.
"Too late," and he let out a resigned sigh.