Late evening, 19 March 2014 - A nearly empty diner

Vince McMahon cleared his throat. 'What am I doing here?' he wondered once more. 'If she can walk away, why can't I?'

Then he saw her. She was sitting in a corner booth, a pink ribbon tied around her hair, and she looked like she hadn't slept in days.

She was as beautiful as he'd ever seen her.

When she finally looked over at him, he noticed something different in her eyes. He'd never seen her look like that. His feet moved of their own volition towards her.

"Lola."

"Hello, Vince."

He slid into the seat across from her. Once more, he studied her face.

"Are you all right?" she asked softly.

"Yes. Yes. Are you?"

She shrugged. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Suddenly, it struck him what had changed about her. There was no fire in her eyes when she looked at him.

Of all the awful things he'd done over the years, this had to be the worst, and he'd never be able to forgive himself if that fire were gone forever.

"Lola, let me explain -"

She held her hands up. "There's nothing to explain. You made yourself clear enough."

There was no pain in her voice, he noticed. No emotion at all.

"I was hurt. This wasn't the first time you took a vacation. And, this time, you went with him."

She examined her fingernails. "Did you think it was easy?" she murmured so softly, he wasn't sure if he'd heard her or the wind. Her eyes met his, but she didn't see him. "I loved you. I loved you more than I thought I could love anybody. But loving you was killing me. It was destroying me slowly. And I couldn't take not having you - not being the only -" She closed her eyes for a moment. "It was too painful. So, yes, I walked away from - from everything so I could clear my head. I realised several things in that time, as I told you."

"Yes, you did. But I expected you to, well, to come back to me."

"And I would have. It would have been so easy to fall back into your arms. But where would that have left me? Nothing can ever change between us. You're not free. As long as I was yours, I wasn't, either. So I . . . I ran away from you again. To someplace I'd feel safe."

He was speechless. The deadness in her eyes - It was his doing.

He had broken her.

If she would let him, he would be the one to fix her.