They were at the park watching their darling Elysia run around in the grass. In moments like this Gracia could almost forget that all was not well. She could pretend that the dinners she ate alone and the nights she slept in a cold bed didn't matter. Maes was taking pictures of their little angel and every once in a while he looked up at Gracia and gave her the smile she'd fallen in love with years ago.
A bell chimes in the distance and the little girl knows that means the ice cream truck is nearby. Small pleas for the sugary treat had her father sitting his camera down and promising to bring her back a cone. He disappears in the direction of the noise and the two women in his life patiently wait for his return.
Twenty minutes later Gracia's patience was spent. Did her husband have to make the ice cream? What was taking so long?
Walking toward the shrubs her husband disappeared behind she didn't have to go far. Before she could round the hedges a voice she knew all too well reached her ears. Despite her current situation even she had to admit the rich baritone that served as Roy Mustangs voice was as hard to mistake as it was unforgettable.
She listened as that voice asked her husband if he was busy tomorrow night and her fist curled in anger as he replied no. Peeking her head around the corner she saw her husband holding two melting cones of cherry ice cream and giving Roy an all too familiar smile. When she stepped into view, Maes flashed her a grin as Roy bid her a bright hello.
Maes extended one cone in her direction and it took everything she had to accept it.