*This chapter takes place at the same time as chapter 12*

The words were blurred on her computer. She tried to read them but her tears prevented her from doing so. There was no use in trying to work anymore. She was to upset. Her heart was breaking and right now coming up with a slogan for her newest ad campaign just wasn't important. She saved what work she had done, turned off her computer, and left her study. She entered the living room and felt a cold shudder move through her. She knew the cold wasn't from the house itself but from the news that Tony was indeed moving out. Ever since Sam had told her she had had this cold feeling. She felt cold. She felt alone. Her best friend, the man whom she loved with her whole heart was leaving her. She was sad, angry, and confused. But most of all she was hurt.

Everywhere she looked she saw memories. Memories of the two of them. Good memories. Bad memories. Funny memories. Bittersweet memories. She glanced at the front door where it had all began. The door that she had opened to invite into her home a man and his young daughter. A man whom she had initially hired as her housekeeper but had soon become so much more. He had become her confidant, a co-parent, her movie partner, a fellow tea drinker. But most of all her friend. Her best friend. And now he was leaving her and taking with him any chance of a romantic relationship.

Sighing heavily she went into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. But the memories continued. Suddenly she felt tired and all she wanted to do was sleep. She didn't care that it was way to early to go to bed. All she wanted to do was change into her pajamas, crawl into her warm bed, and sleep. Turning around she left the kitchen and walked through the living room. As she climbed the stairs tears fell from her eyes and down her cheeks. Arriving at her door she started to go in but instead turned and looked at Tony's door.

"Good night Tony."

"Good Night Angela."

They had always said good night to each other. When she went on business trips she always made sure to call home so that she could say good night to every one. And when he was out of the house as well, like when he had moved into Mona's apartment or when he had stayed at the top of the billboard he had called to say good night. Except for one night. That night. The night that would change her life forever. He hadn't said good night to her then. And ever since then there had been times where they didn't say good night. All those nights he spent at Kathleen's. In a way that hurt her more. Maybe because when he said good night to her she knew he was home and not over at Kathleen's. Like just for that one night he was still "hers." Of course they slept in different bedrooms but it was comforting knowing that he was across the hall instead of across town. She crossed over to his room and opened the door. There was something that she always did the nights he spent over at Kathleen's. No one knew about it. It was her secret and it would stay that way. Walking into his room she went over to his bed and laid down. Somehow doing so made her feel less alone. It made her feel closer to him. She could look at his belongings: his robe hanging on the back of his closet door, his baseball trophys, pictures of the kids and know that he was still living with her. That there was still a chance. That when he was done broadening his horizons he would come back to her. But none of that was going to happen now. He had definitely broadened his horizons. Unfortunately, he had found them with another woman. Overwhelmed with sadness she got off his bed, smoothed out the blankets, fluffed up the pillows and left his room. She stepped out into the hallway and whispered "Good night Tony" closing his door firmly almost like she was closing the door to her heart.

Back in her room she took off her clothes and slipped into a pair of mint green silk pajamas. Climbing into bed she pulled the blankets up to her chin. Once again tears slid down her cheeks onto her pillow. She felt a pair of arms around her but didn't turn around to see who it was. She knew.

"Oh Angela sweetheart. I'm so sorry. Sam told me." Mona said smoothing Angela's hair.

"He chose her." Angela whispered. "He chose her over me."

"I know Baby. I wish there was something I could say to make you feel better."

"There isn't. There isn't anything anyone could say. I feel like someone has ripped my heart out. " Angela said crying harder.
After a few minutes her tears subsided.

"I'm so tired." she said quietly.

"Then close your eyes and go to sleep." Mona said softly.

Angela did just that and soon drifted off to sleep. Holding her sleeping daughter Mona was overcome with despair. She had never thought that things would get this far with Tony and Kathleen. She dreaded the thought of him moving out. She dreaded the thought over what it would do to the family. But most all she dreaded the fact that Tony and Angela would never be together.