As she slipped her key into the lock on the front door, the phone began to ring. She struggled to get into the door with her bags and pick up the phone. "Hello?"

"Letty!" It was Vince.

"Vince, how'd you get this number?" She was relieved to hear his voice and, yet she was angry at him for looking her up.

"I got skills, dawg," he laughed. "How you doin'?"

"I'm okay, V."

"Why in the hell are you in Henderson, Texas?"

"How'd you know where to find me?" she asked suspiciously.

"Henderson, Texas came up on Mia's phone when you called her. Dialed up 411 and got your number."

"Oh," she answered, surprised at the apparent ease with which he found her.

"When are you coming home? What's going on? Why'd you leave?" She could hear the hurt in his voice, and she missed him.

"I'm not sure when I'm coming back. I'm renting a house down here, and I'm working in a diner. I left because I couldn't stand to be around Dominic anymore."

It was Vince's turn to answer with a short, "Oh."

"C'mon, Let," Vince whined, "You know how Dom is, he loves you, he just can't always say it. We really miss you around here, Letty. You need to come home so that we can go back to normal."

She understood his plea, but at the same time, it sounded totally selfish. "Don't you want me to be happy, V?"

"Yeah, but you were happy here."

"Was I?" she was getting a little perturbed. "Was there one day that went by when I wasn't either depressed or pissed off?"

"Well-"

"I am just tired of my whole life revolving around him, V. I've got to know that there's more to my life than Dom."

"But he's so miserable, Letty, and it's making all our lives hell."

"Well, if he misses me so much, why doesn't he ever call? Why doesn't he beg me to come back?"

"He hasn't stayed sober long enough to."

"I've got to go, Vince. I love you, and everyone, pass it on."

"Let-" She hung up the phone. How could he ask her to go back to that: to the betrayal, to the torment, to the pain? She just couldn't do it, not anymore. Her eyes stung as she fought back her tears. No, she would not cry for Dominic Torretto anymore. She took a scalding shower, trying to wash away Vince's words. Was he really miserable? Did he really need her as much as she needed him? Did she really need him anymore?