By the time Theodore Breslin arrived at the apartment, it was almost eleven. The twins had both gone to bed already. Or rather, they were in their room with the light shut off; Sam would've been surprised if the girls weren't still up, discussing what had happened that day.

Freddie opened the door when Theodore arrived.

"Hi," he said, extending his hand to the man. "You must be Mr. Breslin. I'm Sam's husband, Freddie."

"Good to finally meet you," Theodore said, smiling, though he looked very tired.

"Has he been arrested yet?" Sam asked, walking over to the lawyer.

Theodore took a moment to look around the apartment before speaking again. "Ms. Puckett-"

"It's-It's actually Benson now," Sam said quickly.

"Mrs. Benson," Theodore corrected himself. "I noticed on my way up here that there's no security camera in your hall."

"No," Sam confirmed. "The only place that has a security camera is the front desk area."

"I see…" Theodore nodded. "And do you normally walk through that area to get to your apartment?"

"No," Sam frowned. "I only go down there to get my mail. What does this have to do with anything? Has Marshall been arrested or not?"

Freddie put a hand on her shoulder. "Sam, try and calm down."

"Mrs. Benson, when Mr. Pewter approached you, was anyone else around besides your daughters?" Theodore asked. "Any neighbors, deliverymen…anyone?"

"What? No!" Sam snapped. "Can you just tell me if Marshall's been arrested yet?"

Theodore sighed. "I'm sorry, he hasn't been arrested."

"Well when's he going to be?" Freddie asked. "He wasn't allowed to come anywhere near the twins and he did."

"I've contacted the authorities and his lawyer about that," Theodore said. "And unfortunately, Mr. Pewter will not be arrested."

"How come?" Sam demanded.

"Because he's denying your allegation," Theodore said simply.

"What?" Sam exclaimed.

"How can he deny her allegation?" Freddie frowned. "He was here!"

"According only to you, Mrs. Benson," Theodore told her gently. "The woman who has made it perfectly clear that she wants him back in jail as soon as possible."

"So you're saying I'm lying?" Sam said, narrowing her eyes.

"I believe you," Theodore told her earnestly. "But the system doesn't go off of what I believe. It goes off of what can be proven. Only you can prove Mr. Pewter was here, and your past with him gives the court reasonable doubt about your reliability."

"So because this guy says he didn't come near Sam or the twins, he gets off scot free?" Freddie said slowly. "But when Sam says he did, no one believes her?"

"Actually, Mr. Benson, in most cases, Mr. Pewter would've been arrested assuming he couldn't prove he hadn't been here."

"Well then what's stopping him now?" Sam asked.

"He has a solid alibi," Theodore sighed. "At three o'clock, when you said he approached you, Mr. Pewter was in a meeting with his parole officer."

"He-He's lying!" Sam said. "He was here."

"I've got my best people out there looking for even a shred of evidence to prove he wasn't there," Theodore assured her. "But write now, Mr. Pewter is logged into the system at the parole office as showing up to this three o'clock appointment three minutes early and his parole officer is backing up the story."

"He-He got him to lie too!"

"So what's going to happen?" Freddie asked, trying to stay calm for Sam's sake.

"We go to the court date this Saturday like we planned," Theodore said firmly. "We present our case make sure the judge has no choice but to side in our favor."

"You said there would be bumps in this case," Sam said softly. "Well, this was clearly one of them. Who knows what he'll pull out on Saturday."

….

The next morning when Freddie woke up, Sam was already out of bed. Freddie slowly sat up just as Sam walked back into the bedroom, running a towel through her hair.

"Hey," Freddie said gently. "How are you feeling?"

"Peachy," Sam mumbled.

Freddie frowned as she grabbed one of her work shirts and began pulling it on.

"You know, maybe you should take the day off," Freddie said. "You had a big day yesterday."

"I can't miss anymore work," Sam replied simply.

"But if you-"

"I'm fine? Okay?" Sam snapped. She leaned back against the dresser. "Sorry…"

"It's okay," Freddie said.

"I just can't believe Marshall can basically come into our home and not get arrested or anything," Sam said, sitting down at the foot of the bed. "It's not fair."

"No," Freddie said softly, moving to sit next to her. "It isn't."

"I hate him so much," Sam whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. "This wasn't how it was supposed to be…we were supposed to get to have our own life. I-I just wanted to marry you and start over, and-and I still can't get away from him."

"You will, baby," Freddie assured her. "He's not going to get to have this hold on you forever. You're so much stronger than him."

"That doesn't seem to matter, he's still winning," Sam said darkly.

"No, he's not," Freddie said firmly. "He just wants to get in your head. That's why he came over here. He knows there's no way he'll ever get his custody of the girls back so he's trying to psych you out. You'll feel better on Saturday, after the judge tells him once and for all that he needs to stay away."

"Yeah, you saw how well the law keeps him away," Sam scoffed. "Even if the judge does decide in our favor, what's to stop him from harassing us still? He can just knock on our door any old time apparently!"

"Then we'll move," Freddie said softly.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"We're moving anyway," Freddie told her. "If-If Marshall is going to keep us from living our lives here, then we'll just leave. We can leave the city if we have to. Or the state."

"Yeah, and then he wins because he ran us out of town," Sam said

"Wouldn't you rather have him win then spend the rest of our lives living in fear?" Freddie pointed out.

Sam didn't reply.

"Yesterday, while I was waiting for my car to get fixed, I was looking at some houses online," Freddie told her. "I found some nice ones we can maybe look at. They're outside the city, but they're not too far, so the twins can still go to their same school. Maybe we can look at those. After this whole thing gets sorted out on Saturday."

Sam nodded. "Maybe."

Everyone keeps thinking this will all be done on Saturday, Sam thought to herself. But it seems like it just started…