Dr. Stiles frowned as he watched Jordan fidget in her chair. He'd known Jordan for a number of years and the one thing she'd never done in his presence was fidget. But here she was, biting her nails and moving around in the seat as if to find a comfortable position.

When she finally stopped she looked over at him and tried to smile.

"So, what brings you here today?" He asked.

"Some news I got this morning," Jordan said.

"And what was that?"

"There was a murder over on the North Side. Peter got the case. He ran into an old friend."

"Someone he knows?"

"Someone I know. Someone I used to know, anyway."

"What's their name?"

"Woodrow Hoyt."

"Woody's back in Boston."

"Yeah. Peter told Garret and Garret told me. I haven't seen him."

"Woody?"

"Yeah," Jordan got up and went to the window.

"Do you want to?"

"Do I want to see him?"

"Yes."

"Not sure," she said. "Sometimes I picture myself walking right into him on the street somewhere and not feeling anything."

"What did you feel before?"

She turned, "Before?"

"Before Woody left."

"I loved him," Jordan said. "When he told me about the job, he asked me to give him a reason to stay. I told him that I loved him. He didn't believe me."

"Then what?"

"I went to his apartment a few days later. He was gone. When I went home there was a note on the door. I never read it."

"Ever?"

"No. I didn't want to know what it said. I didn't want to hear his voice in my head saying the words."

"What words do you think he wrote?"

"Probably something like, he was sorry but he didn't feel that it was ever going to work with us and he needed to take the job so he could move forward instead of standing still."

"But you didn't stand still. You had children."

"His children," Jordan said softly as she sat back down. "And he has no idea."

"He might find out. Most of the force knows you, knows who you were seeing back then, and now that he's back, it might only be a matter of time before Woody knows about Jesse and Max."

"I don't want him to know," Jordan said. "I don't want him to ever know."

"He didn't know you were pregnant. You didn't even know."

"Yeah and if I'd told him, he'd have come back in a second. I know that. My dad, Lily, and everyone else told me that, along with what a rat bastard he was for leaving in the first place."

"Did you wish he hadn't?"

"Sure at certain times. The first time I ever felt the kids kick, the day they were born, their first birthday, Jesse's first word, when we found out Max was deaf and their was no way to help him, their first step, their first day of pre-school, and so many more things. Little moments that I wished he was there to share with me."

"And other times?"

"I never want to see him again."

"When are those times?"

"When I'm angry or sad."

"Like when your father died," Dr. Stiles said.

"Yeah. Like then," Jordan nodded. "It's been a year."

"I know. You think about him?"

"At least once a day."

"What do you think he'd say about Woody being back in town?"

"Before or after he kicked Woody's ass for abandoning his daughter and unborn grandchildren?" Jordan smiled. "I think he'd say that I needed to face Woody head on."

"Really? You don't think he'd encourage you to stay away?"

"The only thing Dad wanted to avoid a confrontation about was my mother. Everything else was fair game."

"And is that what you're going to do?"

"I don't think so. I don't want to see him. I don't want to face him."

"Why not?"

"Because the day my kids were born, I swore I'd never go looking to rip open any wounds again. I don't want them to see their mother bleed."