By the time he got to the hotel, Jack was fuming. He knew Kate would return soon and stormed into the shower. He knew Kate would want to talk as soon as she got to the hotel and he wasn't interested. He couldn't even fathom looking at her, seeing that pleasing look in her eyes she always got when she was begging him to forget the past.

Forget the past.

He felt a pang of guilt. He had told her on the island that it was a fresh chance. For them all. She offered to tell him and he had told her he hadn't needed it.

He heard the hotel room door and made a promise to himself that he'd cool down and talk to her. Get an explanation.

He understood and knew about her stepfather. If Jack had known him, he may have easily killed him when he saw those bruises on her flawless skin.

But why didn't they charge Kate in the second murder?

He suddenly remembered the trial. The witnesses discussing the high speed chase. The man killed when the car wrecked. The car Kate was driving.

That was an accident.

Not murder.

Kenneth had twisted the truth to break them up. That was his revenge.

Everything Kenneth said replayed in his mind. She was married.

But he was married. Why had he created a double standard? He knew why. This was a man that Kate had confessed her love to. A man who had watched those green eyes darken with desire. He had probably spent hours finding constellations hidden within her freckles while she slept.

He hadn't punishing Kate because she of what Kenneth said; he had punished her because she had loved someone besides him.

He wasn't mad at all. About any of it.

He was jealous and had punished Kate unfairly. He had made her feel guilty for loving someone else instead of being grateful there were people like Tom who were a welcome distraction from her home life.

"Kate!" He called, turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around his hips, drops of water beading down his chest.

"Kate!" He opened the bathroom door to find only emptiness. There was no trace of Kate. Not only her presence, but anything. Her clothes were all taken out of the closet. Her shoes — way more than she needed — were gone. Her luggage was gone.

She was gone.