Chapter 5:

The sound of a slamming door kept repeating itself in Will's mind. The sound and what it really meant. This wasn't the sound of the small ten-minute scraps that he and Grace got in to. This was big. But was it too big was the question. Will tried to ask himself why Grace was overreacting but his better half kept stopping him. He tried to stop. He tried not to come to the right conclusion because, let's face it, the truth hurts. It didn't matter. He couldn't stop it. The truth was inevitable. He, Will Truman, the powerful, confident, quirky lawyer, had one BIG weakness. Will had discovered that he needed to be needed. Will tried to talk himself into his senses. He didn't need anyone. That was true. He just needed someone to need him. By now Will's mind was reeling. Was that what his friendships had been composed of. Is that why he had liked Grace and Jack so much more than Karen? Karen didn't need him at all. Now that Grace was depending less on him and more on herself for things in life, he needed to find another needy person. Now, right on time, Karen needs someone and "poof", there's Super Will, ready to be needed. As these thoughts poured into his head, Karen, his newest victim popped him back into a less guilty reality.

K: Poodle? Speak to me Wilma! Oh my god she's dead!

W: its ok Karen I'm fine.

K: Oh thank god Will! I thought I had lost you there for a minute and I was so scared.

Will reached into the soil of the potted plant next to the door for the spare key to the apartment and hesitantly slid it into the lock. Heart beating in his ears, Will turned the key until he heard the click of the door opening. In a sort of daze, Will followed Karen into the apartment. The first thing he noticed was the drapes flapping in the breeze of the open window and a quickly penned note from Grace on the table. Will stopped in horror. What had he done?