"You're leaving?" she asked Gwen later that night as the three girls sat around the dinner table.

"I see no point in staying where I'm not wanted." Gwen didn't bother to look up at her. "You're behavior has made it clear, and I've got other things I need to tend to."

"Yeah, like your aunt?" Jude folded her arms in front of her. There was no point in her having any secrets now.

"Listening to my conversations isn't polite." Gwen sighed looking up at her. "But no, if you must know, my grandmother just turned 88 and I thought it would be nice of one of her grandchildren came to visit, since her children never do."

"You're just going to leave?" Sadie asked.

"There is no point in staying. Plus Jude will be leaving in a few days as well." Gwen replied folding her arms in front of her, to mimic Jude's position. If she wanted to play dirty, she would.

"Leaving?" Sadie choked on her wine. "The trail isn't over."

Jude shot Gwen an annoyed glance before turning towards her sister. "I don't want to do this anymore. What happened, it sucked, majorly. But I don't want to keep reliving it."

"Jude, you can't run away from this. You have to do what's right. You can't just let her get away with it." Sadie shouted in her best motherly voice.

"Do what's right for who Sadie? For you?" Jude asked. "Because this isn't what's right for me. This isn't even what I wanted!"

"Of course it is!" Sadie shouted back.

"No, Sadie, it's not. You're not even listening to me, that's why you don't get it. I don't want to deal with Megan anymore. This could have all been settled out of the court room, this could have been taken care of with me in London, where I belong." Jude shouted, standing up.

"Where you belong?" Gwen laughed. It had been easy for everyone at the label to see Jude's discomfort there. Even though her music was good, it wasn't mind blowing. It had been lacking a certain ingredient, and it was easy for Gwen to now see what that was.

"What?" Jude asked, she had almost forgotten that Gwen was sitting there as well.

"Where you belong Jude, you think that's where you belong." The girl shook her head as she rose from the table, tossing her napkin down. "You aren't anymore happy in London than you are sitting in this house. You are mad at me for lying. But you should be mad at yourself, because you've been hiding behind some fake idea for far too long."

"You're not happy in London?" Sadie asked.

"I-" Jude wasn't sure how to answer that question. She had always been so sure that she had hidden her feelings well. She had loved London, she loved everything about it. But it didn't make her happy to be there, to be so far away from everything else. She felt disconnected from her life, from reality. "I'm fine in London."

"I have to pack, I don't have time to listen to anymore lies." Gwen rolled her eyes before leaving the sisters.

"Jude?" Sadie asked, as the two girls sunk back into their chairs.

"I don't know Sadie, I just don't know anymore." Jude sighed, hiding her face from her sister.

"I don't understand." Sadie was confused.

Jude brushed away a single tear as she looked at her sister. She had wanted to tell her so many times, she had wanted to confide in her the way she had before, but now Sadie was always busy. Even now Jude could hear her phone vibrating, and she could see Sadie struggle to not answer it. She had been consumed by work the moment Jude had left, and Jude didn't feel like she could tell her what she needed too, like she could talk to her in the same way.

"It's just taking time to adjust; it's nothing to worry about." Jude said, giving her the permission she needed to scramble from her seat to answer her phone. That left Jude sitting alone at her family dinner table, staring down at the half eaten meal, with the words that had been spoken still hanging in the air.

She knew that London didn't fit her right, and at first she had always put it off on that fact that she was dealing with the change, starting over almost. But time went by, and nothing changed. She didn't feel any more at home. She could feel her heart screaming at her, telling her what she needed, but her mind was stubborn. She wanted to make London work.