Back in the bedroom, Andy sat dumbfounded on the bed. She was trying to process what had just happened. She had not meant to be so mean and rude. She knew he was doing the best he could to support her, and somewhere between pain and anger, she could see it. She was so thankful for him. She did not lie to Jack when she said she did not regret marrying him, she did love him. She loved him very much and would not know how to deal with all this without him by her side.

"Damn," she thought. "What did I do? What if he doesn't come back? Well it's his house, so he will, but what if he doesn't want me to move in anymore? What if he wants us to get an annulment?" Her mind was going a hundred miles a minute. She was a mess, she was devastated by her father's death and the secrets she was unveiling, but she did not want to lose her husband over all this. But in the meantime, he had made her so mad. And she loved that he was trying to take care of her, but she did not need that, she did not need someone to shelter her from the rest of the world and from herself. She was suffocating and that is why she snapped at him earlier, in the living room. Andy sighed, letting herself fall back onto the bed. She took a few deep breaths before picking up the phone, dialing a not so familiar number.

As he got into his car, Sullivan noticed that he had a few messages from Vic. She was apologizing for what she had said when she had visited him. She was also begging him not to sign the inspections. He sighed as he read her texts. "Could this day get any worse?" he thought, bringing his phone to his chin. Thinking about Dixon and his blackmailing, he finally decided to call Ben. Of course, Warren was being his usual self, telling him that he had created his own mess. He lost it. Basically told him that he did not know what to do to help his wife, and he was not the only person responsible for Dixon blackmailing them. Once he had hung up, he felt like throwing his phone out the window. However, he chose to do something wiser, so he started the car and drove off. If Dixon wanted to bring him down, then he would beat him to it. There was no way the chief was winning this fight because Robert knew that this was a fight where he actually had the upper hand. Plus, he thought that if he got this out of the way, then he would be able to finally concentrate fully on his wife.

Back inside the house, Andy had just hung up the phone. She had just planned two meetings, one for a few days later, and another one for later that evening. So, she was now sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground, hands on her side, pushing into the mattress. Since she was not busy talking over the phone anymore, her mind was replaying her fight with Robert. She closed her eyes, feeling a little nauseous at the memory. They had never had such a big fight, not on a personal level anyway, and certainly not since they had gotten together. She sighed, pushing herself to her feet. She made her way down the stairs, hoping to find him there.

She frowned when she did not see him. She stood in the middle of the living-room, spinning around to see if he was in the kitchen. She had heard the door slam not long after he had left the bedroom, but she was still hoping that he had silently come back. She looked around the room one more time before accepting the fact that he had indeed left. She took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. She had a headache and the fact that her husband had seemingly disappeared was not help. She sat on the couch, put on her shoes and checked her phone one last time, making sure he had not left a message. She was disappointed to see that he still had not reached for her, but it was also time for her to go to her meeting, meaning she would have to wait for him to come back, or call her back.

A few minutes later, she was sitting with her uncle Snuffy. She had started asking him questions about her parents, about their relationship. Though he has happy to see her when he had arrived, he was now looking crossed, not wanting to answer all her questions. Before she knew it, he was excusing himself, asking her to "Leave her old man rest in peace", whatever that meant.

She stayed a while longer sitting at that table, replaying their short exchange in her mind. What did he mean? He said they were happy then shut down, that had to mean something. Andy put her head in her hands, trying to even her breathing. After some time, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and noticed a few missed calls and texts. Without checking the voicemails or the messages, she dialed a familiar number.

When Robert had started the car, he had driven aimlessly for some time. He thought about the whole situation, about Andy and Dixon. When he had made up his mind, he had gone to the headquarters, and reported himself. At that moment, he was not sure if it was the smartest thing to do, but he was certain that he could not let Dixon turn him into some corrupted firefighter. That was not who he was. He had stayed a while in the office, giving a detailed description of all that Dixon had done to stay out of trouble. When he was done, he was not sure what was going to happen to him, but for the time being, he still had a job, which he thought was a good start. He had left the headquarters feeling better, feeling like the good man he knew he was. Then, he had driven himself home, ready to have a talk with his wife.

He parked the car and walked up to the front door, surprised to see that the lights were not turned on in the living room. He thought that maybe she was still upstairs, so he did not dwell on that. He unlocked the door, and entered the house, switching the lights on, dropping his keys in the small plate on the console.

"Andy?" he called. He frowned when he got no answer. He glanced at the living-room. Nothing had moved since he had left, meaning the room was still a mess. If he were being honest, this made his blood boil a little, but he pushed the neat freak in him away, focusing on having a talk with his wife. Seeing that she was not in the kitchen either, he climbed up the stairs, assuming that she was in their bedroom. He switched the bedroom lights on, then the ones in the bathroom and quickly understood that Andy had just left the house. He frowned at the thought, not sure what he was supposed to think about that. He quickly made his way back downstairs and grabbed his phone, dialing her number. It went straight to voicemail, which did not help ease his nerves. He tried calling a couple times, but she never answered. He was now pacing in the living-room, sending her texts after texts. He had noticed that she had left her things in the bedroom and all over the bathroom, so he knew she would at least come back for those, but he wanted her to come back, period. He was driving himself crazy, imagining all the places where she could have gone, all the things that could have happened to her without him knowing. He was slowly starting to lose his mind, even toying with the idea of calling her friends to ask them if they had seen her. Actually, he was about to call Maya when the phone rang in his hands. Checking the caller ID, he picked immediately.

"Andy? Are you ok? Where are you?" he asked in a single breath.

"Yeah, I'm ok…" She breathed into the phone. "I had to go out."

"God, Andy, please don't ever do that again, ok? Where are you?"

"I'm at a café. Could you come get me, please?" She asked, her voice breaking at the end.

"Just text me the address." He said as he hung up, already making his way out of the house.

It took him about 20 minutes to get there. He parked the car and walked to the café, finding her sitting outside, a little farther from the terrace. He approached her carefully so not to scare her. When he was standing in front of her and she did not look up, he decided to sit next to her.

"Hey," he said quietly when she finally turned her face to look at him.

"Hey."

"Oh, Andy." He said in a very soft voice when he saw the tears streaming down her face. "What happened?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to him.

"I asked Snuffy if he could come talk with me."

"And how did that go? What did you want to talk to him about?" He asked, glad to notice that she did not pull away from his embrace.

"I don't know. I started asking questions and he just left."

Robert looked at her as she talked. She sounded so sad and lost, it broke him not to know how to help her. He just wanted to take all the pain away.

"Ok. How long have you been sitting here?"

"I don't know, a few minutes. I wanted to go home but I walked here, and I'm so lost and I didn't know what to do, so I called you." She answered quietly, looking at the ground.

"No wonder you're freezing, now. Come on, I'll drive us home. It will be more comfortable to talk there." He stated, pulling her to her feet as he got up.

Andy nodded her answer and followed him to the car.