Disclaimer: see chapter one

They had made it to their room and enjoyed a lovely dinner. Sara had called room service and had asked them to deliver a bottle of champagne and fresh strawberries. They had shared this dessert each anniversary. And this was their fifth one.

"Cath, would you get the door? I want to call Greg and check on the kids."

Sara walked into the bedroom and picked up the phone. She dialed the house and of course, it was busy. Lindsey. Next, she tried Greg's number. And he answered it in typical Greg Sanders fashion, "The one and only Greg Sanders. What can I do for you sexy?"

For once, Sara was going to play along. "Hey baby. Is that the best you can come up with to describe me? Sexy? How about scrumptious? How about hot? How about the woman of your dreams?"

"I, uh, I…Hey, Sara. Wassup?"

She had to fight the desire to laugh. "I was calling to check on the kids. Are they okay?"

"Of course. Gibson and I are sitting here watching television and Linds is upstairs on the phone."

She continued to sit there and talk with Greg for a few minutes, giving him last minute instructions about how to care for Gibson.

After she hung up, she stripped her clothes off and pulled on one of the robes in their room. She lit the candles she had brought from home and stepped into the other room.

Meanwhile, in the other room—while Sara was on the phone…

As Sara walked out of the room to call and check on the kids, Catherine made her way to the penthouse door. She looked through the peephole and saw someone dressed in a hotel uniform. She opened the door and the young man pushed a cart into the room that had a bottle of champagne, two champagne flutes and a pile of the most divine strawberries Catherine had ever seen. Her mouth started to water just looking at them. "You can just put that over there. We're done with the other cart. You can take it now."

As the young man was wheeling the cart of empty dishes out of the room, he suddenly turned around. "I'm sorry Ms. Willows. I forgot I was supposed to give you this." He took out a plain brown envelope and handed it to her.

She walked over to the couch and sat down on it. The only thing on the envelope was her name. Why does this handwriting look familiar?

She slowly opened the envelope and looked inside. After seeing that it only contained pictures, she turned it upside and dumped the photos into her lap. She sat the envelope down and picked the pictures up.

Her world turned upside down and she couldn't breathe when she saw what…or better yet, who…the pictures were of.

There were five pictures in the envelope. The first was of Sara and Sophia at lunch. The second was of Gibson in his crib asleep. The third was of Lindsey and Gibson in the pool. The last two were of Sara and some woman. They were in a bar. One had Sara with her hands on this woman's hips. They were obviously dancing. She was having a hard time breathing. Tears began to roll down her face as she looked at the second photo. It had the woman facing Sara. Sara's arms around her. And the woman was kissing her. "How…how…. could she?" she whispered so low, even she could barely hear it.

Catherine immediately dropped the photos on the table in front of her. She grabbed her purse and ran out of the room.

Sara made her way into the main room of the penthouse only to find it empty. "Cath? Baby? Where are you?"

She looked around the room and saw no trace of Catherine—including the hulk of a purse that she always insisted on carrying whenever they went everywhere.

She walked toward the couch thinking that maybe Cath had decided to lie down. She wasn't there. But as she turned to walk back to the room and change into her clothes, her attention was immediately drawn to the table. There was a brown envelope and several pictures on top of it.

"Oh. Fuck."