Chapter 29:

Terri paced at the foot of the bed in her hotel. Dressed in a pair of dark track pants and a loose fitting t-shirt, the tall brunette stopped in her tracks and faced the vanity in the far corner of the room. Sitting herself on the stool in front of the desk, Terri gave herself a once over before quickly throwing her thick brown hair into a high ponytail.

Arizona was going to be in the same room as her, again. She'd not seen the blonde since her disastrous kiss a few days before. Her mind was racing as to how their meeting could go. One side of her was completely professional. That side of her was in "therapist mode", as Arizona had once called it. She was hoping that part of her would remain at the forefront of her mind, because the other side of her was nothing but emotion. It was furious at the idea of the blonde's girlfriend intruding on a matter that had absolutely nothing to do with her.

Though, if she was honest with herself, the green-eyed woman could understand the desire for the hispanic woman's presence. She just felt put off by Arizona finally coming to talk with her about Hannah and bringing Dr. Torres along. Her ex's girlfriend knew nothing about their daughter. She'd never met her and she certainly had not been around when the, once giggling, child had gotten sick. Her "therapist" side told her it was because Arizona wanted the other woman's familiarity and support, but her emotional side couldn't stop the rising irritation coursing through her bloodstream.

A loud knock at the door silenced her inner turmoil and she stood quickly from the stool she'd been sitting on. Taking a deep, and very calming breath, Terri exited the room. Her long legs brought her quickly to the front door and she wasted little time in opening it.

Callie greeted her with a half smile. Her wavy mess of jet black hair was cascading around her face and lying against her shoulders. Terri smiled weakly and let her eyes look past the dark skinned woman so they could land on her ex.

Arizona met her eyes, but did not smile in greeting. Terri noticed that the blonde had pulled her own hair into a messy tail. Both she and Callie were dressed in dark jeans and bright colored blouses. The brunette suppressed a smirk that threatened to overcome her features.

It seemed that the lesbian 'urge to merge' had already visited the couple standing before her.

Shaking her head in an effort to clear her thoughts, Terri stepped back and opened the door more fully to allow the two women entrance.

"Please, come in. Make yourselves comfortable." she said. Her nerves were already on edge, but she attempted to calm them by imagining that this situation was just another therapy session.

Arizona walked past her and pulled her jacket from her shoulders. Tossing the jacket onto the chair next to the fireplace, she turned to regard her ex.

Callie, for her part, was looking around the room with interest. Posh surroundings were no new thing for her, but she had to admit that Terri's room spoke a lot about her refined taste. She noticed her girlfriend removing her jacket and throwing it, carelessly, into a chair. Before she could say anything, the blonde's voice cut through the silence in the room.

"Explain it, Terri. All of it."

Terri shut the front door and turned around slowly. She knew this meeting was going to be hectic, but she'd held out a slim hope that things wouldn't become that way so soon. Judging by the stiff stance Arizona held, the brunette realized that 'hectic' didn't even begin to describe how things were going to unfold.

"Arizona, why don't we sit and-" Callie tried to diffuse the situation, but her lover spoke over her and continued to stare at Terri.

"The Travers? The obituary? Her death certificate? What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you recommend a case like theirs to me? Not only did that little girl share Hannah's condition, she favored her, Terri! So, you explain to me how any of this was helpful."

Terri walked towards her, but remained silent. When she passed by Callie, she said, "Dr. Torres. If you'd like, you're welcome to take off your jacket and have a seat. I can order you both something if you're hungry."

Callie smiled shyly and dipped her head. "Uh, thanks Terri. We ate earlier."

She turned her eyes back towards Arizona and rolled her jacket off her shoulders.

"Baby, please sit down and let's hear what she has to say."

It wasn't often that Callie was the voice of reason. Normally, it was the blonde who spoke in neutral tones and offered comforting words of support. Since learning about Hannah and especially upon Terri's arrival, Callie had noticed that, more and more, she was having to be the 'good man in a storm' for Arizona.

Terri took a seat on the bench in front of the piano and sighed. Her eyes never left the blonde's. She could see Arizona debating the pros and cons of taking her girlfriend's advice.

"I'm sorry, Ter. Just, please don't play mind games with me. I want straight answers." she said before sitting in the chair she'd thrown her jacket into.

The slender woman took a breath and crossed her hands in front of her. Looking from Callie to Arizona, she finally spoke.

"I played the piano earlier."

Arizona shook her head in disbelief, "What?"

"I played the piano, Zona. I haven't played since before Hannah died. I played for her." she finished quietly.

Callie was listening nervously. Never in her life had she felt more like a third wheel. She knew without a doubt that Arizona loved her. She knew and was confident in their feelings for one another. But, she also couldn't help but notice the ease with which Terri and Arizona conversed.

Between the shortened versions of each others names, which had more to do with habit than affection, and the history that belonged only to them, Callie was finding herself completely at a loss.

"Terri, what does that have to do with anything?" Arizona asked suddenly.

The woman on the piano bench sat up and popped her back. Releasing a frustrated breath, she spoke again, this time in a slightly agitated voice.

"You just can't see it, can you? We've both been on pause in some ways since Hannah died, Arizona. You know how much playing meant to me."

The blonde dipped her head in agreement.

"When Hannah got sick, I didn't have time to sit around and 'polish the ivories'." Terri continued. "I put that part of myself on pause. This morning, before Callie called, I played." Terri said with wonder lacing her words.

Her eyes were begging Arizona to understand her.

"You played for her?" the smaller woman asked in a whisper.

Terri laughed and sat up straighter. "I played for her, Zona and it felt good. It was a release. I felt her sitting next to me...just like she used to."

Arizona chuckled lightly and let her gaze settle on Callie's face.

"Terri's been playing the piano since she was six. We used to joke that Hannah got her fascination with the piano from her." she explained to her girlfriend.

Callie smiled and nodded her head in understanding. She felt slightly better having the blonde include her in the conversation, though a small part of her still felt sick witnessing the two women reminisce.

Silence engulfed the three of them for moment. In the distance, the gentle rumble of far off thunder could be heard. Another storm was on the horizon.

Terri cleared her throat and leaned forward to rest her elbows on her thighs.

"Arizona, I want that for you. I want you to find your release so that you can remember her without so much pain."

Shaking her head, the blonde felt her bottom lip begin to tremble.

"There's no such release, Terri."

Looking back with apologetic eyes to Callie, the green eyed woman slid from the piano bench and dropped to her knees in front of Arizona. She placed her hands on the cushions to either side of the blonde and spoke in a gentle voice.

"How did you feel when you saw Hannah's swaddle?"

Callie leaned forward in her own chair as she watched every movement the brunette made. She didn't actually believe Terri would try anything, but the hot-headed and jealous side of her couldn't be denied.

Arizona inhaled a sharp breath and brought the fingers of her left hand to her lips.

"I felt like I did the day she was born." she started in a rush. "It still smells like her, Terri. She was so beautiful and new and..." she paused when she felt her throat constrict.

Terri lowered her head so that she could continue to hold her ex's gaze. She could hear Callie moving behind her and she hoped the other woman wouldn't distract Arizona from saying what needed to be said.

"And what, Arizona?" she asked quietly.

Sitting back on her knees, Terri continued to wait for a response. The blonde looked up and a sad smile graced her face.

"I felt like a mother, again. I-I wanted to be a mother again." she stated simply.

Callie made a noise that resembled a gasp mixed with a sigh before going silent once more. Terri spared a quick glance to her left and noticed not so shy tears shining in the Mexican woman's eyes. When Callie caught her staring, she blinked quickly and wiped the tears from her face.

The green-eyed woman lowered her brows for moment in thought while she processed the tall doctor's reaction.

Arizona's eyes were staring intently at her own hands. She'd not forgotten how badly her girlfriend wanted a baby. That desire had culminated into their current predicament. It was a fact that the blonde couldn't overlook. Callie wanted a baby. She needed a child. She wanted to be a mother. Arizona didn't want her lover giving up that dream but she wasn't sure if she could be a part of it either.

She knew with absolute certainty that Calliope Torres was the love of her life. She was the 'great love story' she'd yearned for. Thinking about Callie being with someone else, having a child with someone else, left her feeling utterly alone and cold.

On the other hand, imagining a child conceived by both she and Callie caused a strong stir of mixed emotions to flare within her abdomen. Their child would be happy, just as her girlfriend had said. She smiled inwardly as her thoughts took her to a wondrously perceived fantasy of the future.

She saw Callie ranting in Spanish as the hormones caused by her pregnancy ignited a horrid fury over anything and everything. She saw herself with her head on Callie's stomach as the two of them listened and felt the gentle kicking of tiny feet.

Allowing her fantasy to take a stronger hold in her mind, the blonde followed it to the delivery room where she and Callie were holding their child and seeing them for the first time. She saw diaper changes and feedings. She watched as an exhausted Callie slept on the couch as she rocked their child to sleep. She saw birthdays and holidays with both their families. She saw a beautiful future in her fantasy.

But, she also saw Hannah. How could she think about another child when she'd lost her own? How could she do everything she'd done with Hannah all over again? How would she ever survive if something happened to the child she'd brought into the world with Calliope? How?

Instead of a gorgeous little girl with Callie's dark hair and eyes, her fantasy now showed her a skinny and very pale young girl with light brown hair and magnificent blue eyes. Where before, she'd seen and heard happiness and laughter, now her mind bombarded her with death and beeping machines.

She couldn't give Callie what she wanted. She couldn't forget Hannah. She couldn't risk it all again. She couldn't.

Clearing her throat, she looked up and found Callie's face. The other woman was regarding her with concerned eyes. She realized that she'd been quiet for a time as her mind traveled it's own conceived view of destiny.

"You are a mother, Arizona. You always will be." Terri said breaking the silence.

Callie shifted in her chair and crossed her legs. She dropped her eyes to the floor and inhaled before locking gazes with Arizona's once more.

"Ari...Terri's right." the dark haired woman spoke in a voice thick with emotion.

The heaviness of the tone wasn't lost on the brunette. She stood up in one fluid motion and scratched her head. Arizona looked up at her before her eyes fell, once more, on Callie.

"Just explain everything Terri. I don't want to have to guess." the blonde said without taking her eyes away from the brown before her.

The green eyed woman sighed and walked to the dining area behind her. She returned with an elegant looking bottle and three fluted wine glasses. Sitting them on the table, she sat down heavily on the couch and took the wine bottle in her hands.

"Chteau Valandraud Saint-Emilion, 1995." she said as she turned the bottle of wine in her grasp.

Callie raised an eyebrow.

"That's like a $700 bottle of wine." she said. She turned to look back at her girlfriend and noticed a tight expression on the face she loved.

Terri nodded her head and placed the bottle down on the table.

"Yeah, it is. It's a little self indulgence on my part. I think we all deserve a drink because we are some highly entertaining people."

Callie was completely confused. She couldn't seem to make herself understand how exactly things had arrived where they currently were. One minute they'd been talking about Hannah and the next, they were sitting around a table with an insanely expensive bottle of wine.

How had her girlfriend put up with such...'randomosity' for seven years?

Arizona shook her head and pursed her lips. She couldn't believe that she'd actually thought her ex was capable of giving her a straight answer. All she wanted to know was why. Simple as that. Why had she recommended the Travers? Why had she put Hannah's death certificate in the box?

She opened her mouth to give voice to her growing ire when Terri turned to Callie and offered her a glass of wine.

"You want kids, don't you?" she asked as she brought her own wine glass to her lips.

Callie stuttered over her words and looked in the direction of the blonde.

"Wh...what? I-I didn't say that. Why would...why would you ask that? We're here for Ar-"

"Damnit Terri. Leave it alone. I knew this was a bad idea. I knew you'd play the therapist card. We're leaving. Come on, Calliope." she said as she stood and lowered a hand towards her girlfriend.

Callie stood and reached for her jacket. Lost didn't even begin to describe her current state. She wished Arizona's ex would just talk instead of speaking in riddles. It was confounding. Before either woman could take a step, Terri spoke.

"You're not responsible for Hannah's death, Zona."

Arizona turned harsh eyes on the slim brunette as she drew a ragged breath into her body. She chose not to ask Terri to explain herself because she knew the other woman would only further confuse the situation if she did.

"Hannah died due to Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia." Terri continued.

The smaller woman closed her eyes a moment. Her heart was racing. Terri couldn't know. There was no way. She'd not spoken of her guilt to anyone.

She felt Callie's hand on her shoulder and she opened her eyes again. Terri was still sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in her hands. Her eyes were sparkling as if she alone had all the answers to all of life's questions.

"Terri, look I don't know you, but if you have something to say just say it." Callie said and Arizona felt comforted by the words.

Smiling her perfect smile, the green eyed woman continued to stare at her ex.

"Okay, fine. We'll do it your way, Zona. You always were the worst patient."

"Terri, I'm not your patient. I never was. I was your-" she spared Callie a sad look before, "I was your partner. I was...I was Hannah's mother. I know how she died."

"Do you?" Terri asked raising her eyebrows to emphasize her point.

"Fine, here it all is. I recommended the Traver's to you to help you. Melanie has ALL. She was diagnosed when she was three. Just like Hannah. She's undergone the same course of treatment as Hannah did. Unlike Hannah, Melanie developed a hepatoblastoma. You saved her, Arizona. Her chances were slim, but you managed to save her and now it looks as if she's well on the road to recovery."

Arizona sat down in the chair to the right of the couch and she felt Callie sitting herself on the armrest.

"How was that helpful? Melanie's here. Hannah...isn't." she asked sadly.

Terri ignored the question and continued speaking.

"Hannah's death certificate states that her cause of death was ALL. It doesn't say Arizona Robbins. You know what I'm talking about, Zona. Piece it all together."

Throwing her hands in the air, the blonde practically yelled, "I don't want to piece it together!"

Callie laced their fingers together and whispered, "Usted mismo, calmar amor"

'Calmar' was the only word that Arizona caught outside of 'Amor'. Taking a calming breath, she sighed and squeezed Callie's hand in her own.

Terri took another sip of her wine and watched the exchange. Being her sometimes was hard. She noticed everything. She saw everything. Body language was a language she was fluent in. She could pick up any and every nuance a person tried to hide. It's what made her an excellent psychologist. It's also something that she was only just realizing was a not so endearing trait in a partner.

"When Danny died, you were beside yourself with grief. Hannah's condition had just taken a turn for the worst and the news of your brother shattered you, Arizona. When I asked you how we were supposed to tell Hannah, you said you wished we had waited. Do you remember?"

Arizona looked stricken. Terri did know. But, how? Her guilt over Hannah's sudden turn for the worst and ensuing death had paralyzed her. Were it not for Callie, Arizona wasn't sure where she'd be. She remembered the day Terri was speaking about.

When she'd gotten the call about her brother, she'd been unable to respond at all. She remembered Terri taking the phone from her and later, she recalled the two of them sitting at the foot of their bed as the news became a reality for both of them.

Terri had asked her how they were supposed to tell 'Dims' about Danny. Arizona had been too drained, too torn and tired and beaten down to think about how she was going to tell her sick child about her uncle.

In a moment of grief and a haze of misery, she'd told her, then girlfriend, that she just wished that the two of them had waited; that they'd waited before deciding to have a child. To have Hannah. It wasn't that she wished that Hannah wasn't in their lives. It was more a statement said in a moment when the world just seemed to be throwing her too much. She had, at the time, one too many things to think about. To worry about.

"Arizona, what is she talking about?" Callie asked when the silence continued to stretch to the point of oppression.

Terri turned her eyes in Callie's direction briefly before returning them back to the blonde. Arizona's face was the epitome of horror. She looked as if she were a child caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. The green eyed woman knew she'd hit the nail on the head just by the look in her ex's eyes.

"Terri...just...stop. You don't know what you're talk-" the smaller woman started.

"Don't lie, Zona. It took me long enough to figure all of this out. Let's not stretch it any farther than need be, hmm?" Terri cut her off, quickly.

"You've been holding onto this irrational guilt for two years and it's time to let it go. That's your release, Arizona. You feel responsible for Hannah's death. In a moment of weakness, when you lost your brother, you wished that we'd waited before having Hannah. Her condition was on a steady decline and two months after Danny, Hannah passed away. You've been blaming yourself all this time because you believe you got your wish, in a sense. Am I close, Zona?"

Terri's words filled the room and left its occupants with heavy hearts. Callie couldn't believe the words she was hearing. Was Terri correct? Did Arizona feel responsible for her daughter's passing? Surely the blonde knew how illogical her line of thinking was. Hannah died because she was sick. Nothing more.

"I did get my wish, Terri! We got to focus on our careers, didn't we? We didn't have to worry about a sick child lying in a hospital bed day in and day out! Gone were the tests and the poking and the prodding and the constant sound of hospital machines. We got to be just us, didn't we? I saved Melanie, damnit! I couldn't even save my own daughter, but I saved your patient! I got my fucking wish and now I have to live with the repercussions everyday! So, don't tell me I'm not responsible. I am...I am."

Arizona's words broke as her breathing caught sharply in her chest. She hung her head and fought with herself for air. There was a tightness in her body that was threatening to explode. That tightness was her guilt and it was battling explosively within her small frame. Her throat was raw from yelling at her ex and her heart was racing in an attempt to bring order to her mind.

Terri was right. She was right about everything. Arizona did feel responsible. That feeling of guilt had stood in her way for two years. It had been the reason she'd not been able to properly heal after losing Hannah. And now? Now it was convinced to manifest itself with each ragged intake of breath. Now it was hiding, lurking, just beneath the surface of her sanity.

"Baby, listen to me." Callie's voice drifted sweetly to ears. "You know Hannah's death wasn't your fault. Deep down, you have to know that. It was just a matter of medicine, Ari. Sometimes we beat the odds and other times, we don't.:

Arizona continued to to keep her eyes closed and her head hung low as she rocked softly in the chair. She felt Callie's right hand on the back of her neck.

"Look at me, mariposa."

The blonde opened her eyes and sniffed back her emotions. 'Mariposa' was a nickname her girlfriend had given her shortly after they'd started dating. Callie had told her it was Spanish for 'butterfly' and had then proceeded to tell her about her talk with God and asking for His help in allowing her to get over her own butterflies.

Of all the names Callie could call her, had ever called her, Mariposa had always been her favorite.

She brought her head up and met Callie's steady gaze. The other woman's eyes were dark and deep and shining with unwavering support for her. She could see Terri in her periphery.

"Arizona, do you remember what you asked me in the chapel shortly after we'd started dating?" Callie asked softly.

The blonde's lips curled into a small smile as she thought back on that day fondly. It hadn't been a happy time, but Callie had opened up to her that day. She'd let her guard down and spoken of her fears and her guilt over wishing that Izzie Stevens was dead. It had been a bonding moment between the two women.

Nodding her head slowly, she continued to keep her eyes locked on her girlfriend.

Callie rubbed the back of her neck in a comforting manner before speaking again.

"I was in the chapel that day praying for Izzie to live just like I imagine you did when Hannah was sick. I know you're not a very religious person, Ari but I'd bet you prayed and begged and pleaded with whatever greater power would listen back then."

Arizona allowed her eyes to fall to the floor as she listened to her girlfriend's words. She had prayed. She had begged. She had pleaded. She had done all those things and more. All she had wanted was for her little girl to be whole again. She'd been willing to do anything, believe anything, if it meant her daughter's condition would make a turn for the better.

Terri leaned forward and placed her glass of wine on the table. Her eyes studied the two women next to her and she smiled. This was the moment she'd waited for. Arizona's emotions, all of her emotions, had finally broken through the surface and were now laid bare before her. After two years, the blue eyed blonde was now ready to start the healing process. Everything was out. The road to recovery had been paved and now Terri hoped that her ex would finally walk it.

"Arizona, I'm sorry for how I went about things. It's my nature, you know that. You also know that it's better for the mind to discover things for itself. I couldn't just tell you everything like you wanted me to. I had to give you the chance to connect the dots. You needed to feel all of the emotions you denied yourself when Hannah died. I know they aren't all happy ones, but you needed to allow yourself to feel them in any regard." Terri said.

The blonde swallowed painfully and looked back up. Her eyes found Terri's and she held them a moment. After everything they'd been through together, after all of the years they'd invested in one another, Arizona still found herself amazed by her ex. Terri had risked her own emotions in order to help her. Even though she still loved her, the brunette had put everything else aside so that she could bring order to her chaotic mind.

"All the items you put together, you did so hoping I'd discover everything on my own?" she asked in halting tones.

"Yes. The swaddle so you could remember the joy. The dvds so that you could connect with her again. The birth certificate so you could remember the bond only a mother can have. The obit I added because I knew you most likely didn't remember that time. I had hopes that it would shock your system into remembering, thus opening the flood gate to your suppressed emotions. And, well, the death certificate so you could see that you were not, absolutely were not, the cause of her death, Zona."

Callie released a sigh and gently squeezed the back of the blonde's neck. She'd known there was a connection between the death certificate and the Traver's, but she'd had no idea the other reasons Terri had had in adding it to the box. She had to admit that the green eyed woman was good. She did her job well and despite herself, Callie found herself impressed with her.

"How did you know I wanted kids?" she asked breaking the uneasy quiet of the room.

Terri's raptor like gaze switched to her and she smirked but said nothing.

"Terri has an uncanny ability to read a person's body language. She listens to different inflections in a person's tone of speech and translates every evasive change in conversation into something she can use and understand. She's a behaviorist. You most likely did something, something you didn't even notice, and she picked up on it. It's frustrating, really." Arizona said in answer to her girlfriend's question.

Callie raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth slightly in an 'Oh' gesture. She suddenly felt very exposed and found herself wanting nothing more than to leave the other woman's presence.

"Look, my plane leaves early tomorrow. I, uh, I have some things I'd like to take care of before then and I know the two of you are probably sleep deprived." Terri said as she stood from her position on the couch.

Turning to look back at her ex, she said "Her room is still the way you left it. I haven't even gone inside or opened the door since you left. I couldn't. I just always figured you'd be back and we'd go through her things together."

The tall and slender woman's eyes fell and her voice faltered slightly but she continued.

"If you'd like, you're welcome to come by anytime. You could go through her things, take anything you'd like. I-I just...I just wanted to give you the opportunity, Zona."

Raising her eyes once more, she noticed the blonde smiling sadly. Arizona's fingers grasped Callie's for support.

"You still live in our old house?" she asked, slightly dumbfounded.

Terri laughed and nodded her head in the affirmative.

"Yeah, like I said, I always expected you to come home. Anyway," her eyes landed on Callie's for a moment, "You'd be welcome too, of course, Dr. Torres."

The Latina raised a brow and offered a half smile in response. She was feeling more and more uneasy with the direction of Terri's words. Standing quickly, she glanced back down to her girlfriend.

Arizona stood as well and released an unsteady breath. Stepping away from Callie embrace, she walked over to stand in front of Terri. The green eyed woman inhaled and looked at her with unsure eyes.

"I'd love to go through her things, Terri. I can't believe you kept everything after all this time."

The brunette said nothing but her eyes continued to search the blonde's face.

"I think we're going to go. I...I need time to think about everything. I need time to process it all. Thank you for..."

Arizona found that her words failed her. She wasn't sure what she should be thanking her ex for. Her mind was still jumping from one thought to the next, but she realized that there was a sense of inner calm within her that had not been present before.

At long last, she truly felt as if she had it inside of her to overcome her profound grief and guilt. Things were far from being 100%, but for the first time in two years, she was left with a sense of understanding. Terri had been right. Callie had been right. Now all that was left for her to do was to heal. To face forward. To remember Hannah and celebrate her life.

Startling herself and the other two women in the room, Arizona stepped closer to Terri and wrapped her arms around her. Hugging her ex fiercely, she hoped to convey everything she was feeling in the quaint gesture.

"Thank-you" she said simply. She wasn't just thanking the brown haired woman for making her see the situation for how it really was. She was thanking her for seven years of love. She was thanking her for Hannah. She was thanking her for her support and her respect. She was thanking her for being a part of her life.

Terri had taught her about love. Had it not been for Terri, Arizona wasn't sure if she would have been ready for the great love story of her life. She would have missed out on experiencing Calliope Torres. Terri had been an important step, a vital chapter, in the tale of her life and she had led her to her true love, to Callie.

Thanking her seemed the least that she could offer.

The green-eyed woman rubbed her back softly, and sniffed back her own emotions.

"You're welcome, Zona. Go be happy. Live life. Call me if you ever need anything, okay?" she said stepping away from the blonde's embrace.

Nodding her head, Arizona walked back to Callie and took her hand. She noticed her girlfriend's eyes on her ex and the two of them seemed to be communicating without words.

"Come on, let's go home. I'm tired." she said as she started pulling the taller woman towards the door.

"Remember what I said, Callie." Terri said from behind them.

Reaching the door, Callie opened it and turned to face Terri. Arizona's brow was lowered in question.

"I will, don't worry. Thanks for helping her. I'll always be indebted to you."

With that, the two women quickly left. There was nothing else that needed to be said...with Terri anyhow. The next conversation belonged only to Callie and Arizona. It was up to them to decide how best to handle the recent flux of information they'd received.

It was up to them to decide how best to move forward with each other.