It took him a moment to register where he was. She was still peacefully asleep next to him. Her master bedroom was everything he imagined it to be. It was very simple, light wood, sandy colors and whites. Clean and modern. Her bed felt like a piece of heaven and now he understood why she complained about other beds that weren't hers. He hadn't slept this well in weeks, Negans pullout couch was a miserable place to be in.

He had never fully understood what people meant when they said everything happens for a reason. For Rick it felt like a bunch of bullshit to distract yourself from the hard facts of life. Now he understood. Michonne was a complete stranger just months ago and now she was someone who he couldn't fathom losing.

He kissed her shoulder gently, careful not to wake her up. He picked up his clothes from the floor that were left scattered on her fluffy carpet. It was probably the softest carpet he had ever walked on. He pulled on his boxers and smelled the white t-shirt from yesterday. He made a mental note to keep his bag with him from now on.

Now fully dressed, Rick walked out of the bedroom. He was seriously curious over the house. Andre had a room on the other side of the hallway. His name was written on the door with black cursive. Thankfully he didn't seem to wakeup during the night. He had tried to keep himself in check and tried his best to be quiet. He didn't want the little boy to hear anything suspicious from his moms bedroom.

Maybe they were being selfish in a way. Maybe, some perfect people would have said goodnight and carried on separately. They couldn't. They were too weak and their bodies seemed to be in desperate need of each other, so they fulfilled their desires and as he thought about their night before, he wondered how did he ever live without this type of passion. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as the vivid memory of her body made him want to turn around and have his way with her again.

But, somehow he managed to pull himself together and walked downstairs. He arrived into the open space with her big kitchen and livingroom. Everything was so sharp and thought out. Her lifestyle was lavish, no question about it and he did feel a little out of place in his sweaty t-shirt.

He ran his hand on the countertops in her kitchen and admired the choices she had made when getting this house together. The cabinets were white, while the countertops wooden. The light wood around the house continued in her livingroom as her round coffee table was the same exact color. He sat down on the big cream colored sofa that could probably fit his entire town. He chuckled at himself as he looked around. What the hell did he ever do in this life to deserve her?

And it wasn't like he cared about the big house, nice car and the luxury items. Michonne was someone with a pure heart. He could see it everytime she talked about her son, her mother, her upbringing, her friends or her job. She cared about the world around her and her people in it. Plus she was smart as hell, so go figure, she deserved everything she had worked for.

He closed his eyes for a second and hoped this would be something he had forever. He just felt sort of helpless when it came to Lori and her explosive character. He knew he had to tell Michonne about their last conversation.

As he rubbed his eyes tiredly, he suddenly felt a stinging pain on the back of his head.

"Ow." He rubbed his head and looked over his shoulder.

Andre stood there with his nerf gun, ready to destroy him if he needed to.

"Oh, hey buddy." Rick hadn't really thought about what to say to him.

He scrunched his brows together and stared wide eyed, "Sheriff Grimes?"

Rick cleared his throat and got up, he still didn't know what was the best approach, "Uh, did you sleep well?"

"Why are you in my home?" the boy ignored his question, he was vividly confused, in his spider man pyjamas.

"Uh," He mumbled and swallowed hard, "I'm here because of your mom."

"Did she do something bad?" He asked innocently, slightly panicked.

Rick shook his head quickly, "No, of course not. Your mom and I are...friends."

"Oh." The boy turned silent.

Shit, fuck, shit, He thought as panic was starting to rise. He calmed himself and looked into the kitchen.

"You know we could make some breakfast and I'll answer anything you want to ask me."

Rick walked into the kitchen and opened her fridge. Andre took his regular around the kitchen island as he sat on the bar stool and watched him closely. He dramatically hit his head as he leaned further into the big fridge. He giggled uncontrollably.

Thankfully he still knew how to handle little kids.

Michonne woke slowly, she extended her hand to the other side of the bed to reach for him, but she quickly realized he wasn't there.

She reached for her phone and looked at the clock.

"Fuck." She cursed and jumped out of bed, grabbing her black robe that was hanging from the end of the bed.

She got out of her bedroom and was about to rush towards Andres room, but then she suddenly could hear her son laughing.

Michonne stopped and realized she could also hear Ricks voice. They were downstairs. Together. Just the two of them.

"Fuck." She cursed again as her mind played all the horror scenarios in her head.

She walked downstairs and wondered if she was still dreaming. They sat around the kitchen isle.

"No, no, no buddy you can't be serious," Rick laughed as he squirted ketchup on his plate, "What do you mean you've never had scrambled eggs with ketchup?"

Andre was making a face and laughing at him, "That's so yucky."

"I'm telling you, it's going to be life changing," He dipped his eggs in the red sauce and handed the fork to him, "I promise it's the best. Try it out. Even Judith eats them like this."

Andre looked at the fork with suspicion before putting the food in his mouth, his doubtful face changed into a smile, "That's the bomb."

"I know, right!" Rick smiled back and patted his back.

Michonne carefully walked closer, sort of afraid of bursting their bubble.

Rick raised his gaze from Andre and met her warm eyes, "Morning."

"Morning." She said with a little tinge of nervousness.

"Hi momma," Andre smiled, all teeth, "Look. Rick taught me a new thing. I think I wanna eat my eggs always like this."

The way he used his first name made them both smile.

"That's great baby," Michonne walked up to them and kissed her sons forehead, "You know we need to get you dressed if you don't want to miss jiu-jitsu practice."

He nodded and hopped off his seat, "I'll get my bag."

They could hear him go upstairs.

"I'm sorry you had to be here alone and explain-"

He cut her rambling off with a kiss and as he pulled away he stared into her eyes with a smile, "Morning."

"Morning." She repeated.

"It's fine," Rick assured her, "He asked me why I'm here and I told him I'm here because I like spending time with his mom and we are friends."

Michonne waited for him to continue. It felt nerve wracking. He

"Then he asked me if friends meant boyfriend."

"Shit, I'm sorry," She buried her face in her hands, "I don't know if he even understands what that means."

"Well, actually you can blame my Judith for that one," He chuckled as she raised her head and looked with a questioning stare, "Apparently she educated him the last time about who Taylor Swift is and what the best songs were about, so that included all the knowledge over ex-boyfriends and possible current boyfriend."

"She did not." Michonne laughed with him.

"She did," He shook his head at the mental image of her daughter preaching about her idol, "It's all about Tay-Tay in our household."

She was quiet for a moment before having the courage to ask, "What did you tell him?"

Rick smiled, a cheeky grin on his face, "It's between him and I."

"Oh come on." She grabbed on to him, pulling him closer and teased, "I was very generous last night I think you owe me that information."

"And I wasn't generous?" He played along and circled his arms around her.

Michonne tossed her head back in frustration, "God you're-"

"Obnoxious. I know, " He grabbed her tighter, forcing her to look at him, he turned more serious, "I promise you, he is fine. He doesn't know anything he isn't supposed to."

She nodded, trusting his judgement.

"I could take him to his class," He suggested as he looked into her eyes, "You could have the morning to yourself."

"I don't know..." She felt unsure if it was too much in too little time.

"Michonne," he placed a hand on either side of her face, "Trust me. It's okay."

Her heart fluttered once again and she finally gave in, "I appreciate it."

Rick was about to kiss her when Andres little feet stopped him from doing that. It wasn't the time for public affection. He came down the stairs happily with his backpack and a smile, "Momma, I'm all done. Let's go!"

Michonne walked up to him and bent down on his level, "Is it okay if Rick takes you?"

The boy looked over at him and then at his mom, "Does he live here now?"

They both laughed at the ruthless question. Michonne shook her head with a grin, "No peanut, he does not. He just wants to see what your hobby is like."

Andre smiled back, "I think it's okay. He can come."

Michonne reached for the car keys and handed them to Rick who walked over to them and did exaggerated hand moves, "I'm excited to see your karate moves."

The boy grimaced, "It's jiujitsu, not karate."

"Sure, sorry."

"Just don't embarrass me." Andre rolled his eyes and he could only chuckle at the little boy, clearly the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

Michonne watched them climb into her car and couldn't pinpoint how she felt. It was hard to let go. Her doubts were very present and million questions swirled in her mind.

Was she moving on too quickly?

Would Andre resent her for bringing him into his life?

Would they even last long?

She closed her eyes for a second and hoped the thoughts would quiet down. She opened her eyes and saw Andre wave at her, grinning from ear to ear. She breathed out a sigh of relief as the thoughts quieted down.

Lucille couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked at Lori dumbfounded.

"You can't be serious right now."

"I wish I wasn't." Lori hugged herself as she stared at their driveway from the porch, "He is fucking her. Probably has been all along and right now he is in Atlanta having the time of his life."

The blonde could feel her jaw clench in disbelief, "I don't know what to say."

Lori felt numb, "I can't think about it."

"This is Rick we're talking about," Lucille said quietly, she didn't want Judith to hear, "I just don't get it."

"He wants her," Lori didn't display any emotion, "I wouldn't care if the kids... The kids didn't have to suffer from it."

"I mean that's gonna hurt them," Lucille agreed, "How can he live with himself? That's just insane. You met this person like a couple months ago and now you think it's okay to move on because you filed for divorce. And what's next? Have a fucking blended family or some shit. Who the hell does that?"

Lori listened to her rant and sighed," I guess nothing else matters. It's all about him and her now."

"I hope you do everything in your power to protect Judith and Carl."

"i will, and I already have," She confessed, "I even told his mom when she picked up Judith."

"Oh crap," Lucille gasped, "How did Dee take it?"

"Well you know Donna Grimes," Lori rolled her eyes, "She told me she has waited for this to happen since prom. It's no secret she never liked me and after Rick told her about Shane she found the perfect excuse to be hateful to my face."

Her best friend was not jealous for Loris situation, it was a disaster.

"Why did you tell her then?"

Lori smiled then to herself, "Because she will tell Rick and if I can make his life a little miserable so be it."

Lucille would have tipped her hat to her if she had one. In a way she hoped Loris vengeance would not turn into a full blown battlefield because of the kids, but also for selfish reasons she hoped he would get what was coming to him. She was a hundred percent in Loris corner.

"Shane has been messaging me again," She admitted as she played with the ends of her hair, "I don't know what to do about it."

Lucille smiled, "Well what is there to think about?"

"I don't know... Rick-"

"Fuck Rick," She chuckled as she lighted her cigarette, "You're free to do as you please just like him. He is out there, so he has no say in your personal life anymore."

"It's not that," Lori explained, "I just... I guess it just feels so final. Like if I engage, Rick would never forgive me and it's really over."

Lucille felt sad that her best friend hadn't realized how her marriage was finalized in his eyes already, she breathed out the cigarette smoke and tried to find the best words," Lori, honey, he is in a another city with a woman he has known for literally a second. That's how much your marriage means to him. He doesn't care. I'm sorry, he is shitty for it, but you need to understand how little he thinks of you. Go after what you want and don't let that idiot stop you because he sure as hell isn't letting you stop him. "

Lori appreciated her honesty, she hadn't thought about it like that," You're right. I know that rationally, but it's still hard. Besides Shane is in a relationship."

"Are you sure?"

She stopped for a second, "I...well he hasn't talked about it recently."

"So," Lucille smiled and suggested, "you've got the house to yourself, Rick is living his life why don't you live yours? Ask him over for the rest of the weekend."

"Lucille." Lori shook her head.

"I'm serious," She whined back, "Take life by the balls and go for it. It's time."

She bit her lip as she thought about it.

Lucille was right. There was nothing to lose.

Rick watched eagerly as the little boys and girls practiced. It was something he wasn't familiar with, but it made him smile that he could see how excited Andre was over the fact that there was somebody watching other than his mom. Even though this escalated quickly, he seemed accepting of him.

He understood Andre. His own father was very absent in his life when he was little. So the pain was too familiar.

As they did their little routine, a younger guy sat next to him on the bench, "You're new, who are you with?"

"Oh, I'm with Andre." He pointed at the boy, hesitating a little at first.

"I'm Ben, I'm with Dylan," He pointed at the other boy who was a clear carbon copy of his dad. Ben offered his hand and Rick took it, "It's nice to finally meet you. The boys have been friends for a while now."

"Rick." He introduced himself shortly and corrected him, "I'm not his dad actually."

Andre had a lighter skintone compared to his mom, so he understood why he thought he could be his.

"Sorry, I assumed since I've always only seen Michonne here or his aunts." He explained, the atmosphere a little awkward.

"No worries," Rick smiled as he watched Andres focused expression, "He is my buddy though."

Ben nodded, understanding immediately what was going on, "Well it was nice of you to come here. We actually have playdates, sleepovers and all that since the kids train together a lot. Plus they like each other. So I guess welcome aboard. Michonne has been so helpful with that, me and my wife actually have had some alone time because of her. It's nice to return the favor, so if you two need a babysitter from time to time just hit me up, she has my number."

"Thanks." He smiled at the man and as he left to go back to his own seat he felt a odd sense of happiness over the fact that he was suddenly a big part of her everyday life.

His happy thoughts were interrupted by his phone. He walked into a quiet corner, but kept his eyes on Andre, not wanting to miss a thing.

Rick answered the phone, "Ma'? It's kind of a bad timing. Is Judy alright?"

His mother sighed and snapped back in her heavy southern accent, "When were you going to tell me you're getting divorced Richard?"

He wasn't shocked that Lori had involved her into this, he ran a hand in his hair and tried his best to keep calm, "I don't know what Lori told you, but yeah, I filed last week."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She huffed on the other end, "And you got some younger floozy now?"

"Jesus christ," Rick didn't know what to say, "No, Ma', she is a grown ass woman. Like I said, Lori is spewing nonsense."

"Goodness gracious," He could imagine her rolling her blue eyes hard, "I would have appreciated a little warning beforehand. Y'all need to do better! there is children involved for Christ sake!"

"What did she say?"

"She is gonna take the kids," She was almost out of breath, she was distressed, "She didn't say it directly, but she insinuated it Richard. She is gonna take em' kids and say you're outta your mind."

Rick looked at Andre to remind himself where he was at, he couldn't lose it right now. He felt like screaming bloody murder, but he sucked it up and said quietly,"I won't let that happen. You know that right? She can say and do whatever she likes, but I ain't breaking any laws here. She is delusional if she thinks a judge would take my kids because I figured out I ain't happy with her. She is the one who cheated in the first place."

"I told you leave her when you can,"His mom complained,"Bless her heart always barking up the wrong tree. She even got Shane mixed up in her shenanigans. He was a good boy."

"Shane was willingly involved ma'," Rick rolled his eyes, his mom had a soft spot for his ex-best friend, "Don't worry about this okay? I don't need you stressing out. Just focus on Judy. She didn't hear anything did she?"

"Of course not."

"Good. Don't give Lori anymore thought. I'll deal with her."

She was quiet for a moment before asking, her voice higher than usual as curiosity took over, "So, what's her name?"

Rick kept looking at Andre who raised his eyes to look at him, he waved his little hand and Rick waved back.

"Michonne."

"Oooh... that comes from Michael, you see? It's very biblical," She was getting off topic as usual, "Michael as in Mikha'el which means "Who is like God?" so her mother must have been a Godly woman. That means she was raised well."

Rick couldn't take her ramblings usually seriously, but this time she wasn't wrong.

"Yes, ma' she was."

"I hope one day I can meet her and cook her my lasagna," He was surprised how well she actually took all of this information, "First sort out your life. The children need you."

"I know. I will. I promise."

They hung up and Rick could almost physically feel how the happiness from earlier dwindled away as anger took over.

Rick drove back to Michonnes. He kept it together because he knew Lori was looking for a reaction. She wanted him to pick up his phone and call her. She seemed to crave destruction at this point. So he instead focused on Andre as he explained carefully each move he did and why he did it. They got along easily, it was clear from the beginning.

Andre opened the door into his home.

Michonne had clipped her braids up into a low messy bun and changed into a pair of black trousers and a simple white v-neck top which accentuated her toned arms and shoulders. He immediately took in her very sharp look and realized she was going to be heading into work.

"How was it peanut?" She hurried to greet him with a big kiss and a hug, Rick watched by as he carried his bag inside.

"The best, " He smiled at his mom, "I'm going to get my next belt soon!"

"That's great baby!" She smiled wide, "You go take a shower and after that I'm dropping you off with Bernie and Marie," Rick knew the names belonged to Connies parents, "I have a couple of things to do so they are gonna have dinner with you and take you to the park, is that okay?"

"Sure." Andre smiled. He was very used to his mothers busy schedule and ran upstairs.

Rick watched him leave and looked at her now, noticing a difference in her.

"We need to talk."

The way she said it caught his attention. They walked outside from the livingroom door that took them into a big backyard with a pool. Rick wasn't surprised anymore by the luxurious elements her house posessed. Of course she had a pool.

"I talked to Weston." She looked at him, eyes somewhat broken.

"Lori." He simply said as he stared back at her.

"Yeah," Michonne crossed her arms, "She is going for full custody. It's gonna get ugly."

Rick walked closer to her, trying to understand why the universe was always like this. His happiness didn't seem to last long.

"On what grounds? She can't just ask for custody when I've done nothing wrong."

She didn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but she had to, "She is saying you're a neglectful parent and she is using your incident with Shane to prove that you're explosive and unhinged. That you're not fit to have the kids in your household."

He felt like crawling out of his skin. The idea of this type of betrayal made him question who did he sleep beside for most of his life. Was he really this blind?

"Rick," Her voice was barely a whisper as she continued , "I'm struggling with this. I feel like I've done something that's going to hurt so many people-"

"Hey," He took her by the shoulders and locked eyes with her, "I told you it's not on you, okay?"

"But it is," She pulled away from his touch, "I can't do this when your kids are being used as pawns."

"Don't punish me for her actions," Rick clenched his jaw, "I can't do this without you."

"Sasha warned me about this and I've seen it happen so many times," Michonne was emotional, her eyes reflecting pain as she stared back at him, "I feel like an idiot for thinking that we could be something when the reality is the chances are slim. Almost non existent right now. You're gonna look at me differently if you lose something this big because of me. Your kids will despise me for doing this to them."

"No,"He grabbed her again, this time even more detefmined,"Michonne, be a lawyer right now. If this situation ended up on your desk what would you think? Does she a have strong case against me? I doubt it."

She closed her eyes, trying to battle against the feelings she felt for him.

"You're not going to push me away," Rick whispered, pulling her closer, "This is what she wants. She knows, you wouldn't choose us if it meant trouble for our kids."

Michonne finally looked at him and muttered the words that he was so afraid of, "I need to think about it."

He couldn't do anything. She slipped from his grasp and returned inside. It felt like there was nothing he could do or say to change her mind.

He was in a state of denial as he returned Connies apartment. He showered and changed his clothes while Daryl and Connie eyed him curiously.

"What happened?" Daryl finally asked and Connie took it as her cue to continue packing in the kitchen. She could sense Ricks mood without hearing him.

Rick looked at boxes that surrounded the room, and sat down in the middle of the chaos, right on the floor, "Lori happened."

"What she do?" He grumbled back.

He sighed, defeated and leaned against the wall, "She is using the kids to get to me."

He grunted in disapproval, "Are you surprised by that?"

"No," Rick admitted, "I knew it was coming. She basically threatened to do it when I left. I just didn't think she'd be this cold to actually do it. I thought they were just empty promises."

"So, 'Chonne is done with'chu because of this?"

He nodded, he still didn't know how to wrap his mind around it.

"And?"

Rick raised his eyes and stared at Daryl, "And? There is nothing I can do if she doesn't feel like being in this fucking shitshow I call my life. She is better off without me to be honest."

"Don't be stupid man," Daryl tossed a pillow at his head, "What the hell are you doing here? You should be fighting for her."

Rick tossed the pillow back, "How am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know, how about use your fucking words."

He stared back at his friend and realized he was right.

"Lori will realize she is wrong," He continued, "She ain't stupid either."

"I know she is lashing out because she is hurt," He could still obviously feel some empathy for her, "I hurt her. I get it. We are moving on fast, but the kids got nothing to do with it."

"It'll work out. I know."

"Yeah, it has to."

"Michonne, be a lawyer right now. If this situation ended up on your desk what would you think?"

His words were stuck on her mind as she walked back and forth in her office. She got scared. She got cold feet even though this was the best thing that had happened in a long time. Seeing Rick and Andre this morning warmed her heart in a way that she had never experienced before. Her son felt safe with him. It was a huge deal.

She fiddled with her gold necklace that she always wore. It was her mothers. Her mother, who would have liked Rick because he was the sort of man that challenged her. That's exactly what she needed in her life. Someone equally assertive. That was what she always told her.

She thought about Lori. Her desperation was clear and that desperation stemmed from somewhere deep. She wasn't ready to let go and was willing to hurt her own children in the process. Michonne felt bad about it no doubt, but she couldn't understand her logic.

The lawyer in her knew she had basically nothing. Nothing, not even the scuffle with Shane indicated that Rick was a bad father or neglecting Carl and Judith. They were not put in danger because of their romance, which didn't even start up until he had officially declared to his wife how he was done. He was a trusted person in his community, he had dozens of people who they could put on stand to testify on his behalf and they would be glad to do it. His character wasn't flawless. He had a temper, he was a hothead, but never had she witnessed that temper when his children were present. This was just a ruse to slow things down and make life more difficult for him. Lori must have a bad lawyer considering how she would pay a lot out of her pocket if this went to actual trial.

As her thoughts cleared she realized she had messed up. She had completely shut him down even though it wasn't his fault. Even when he had been the best person the entire morning. Thankfully she didn't have time to dwell. Michonne could sense that she wasn't alone anymore and turned around. There he stood, leaning against the doorframe.

"Am I still on a time out or can we talk about it now?" He drawled casually.

She didn't know how to explain herself, "You know it's been me and Andre for the longest time," Her voice was soft whenever she spoke of her little boy, "I'm terrified Rick. I'm terrified you're going to hurt him eventually like his dad and he is going to grow up hating himself because he will feel worthless. When Mike was around he would sit around on his phone and play video games or see his friends. So when I tell it's been just the two of us, I mean it."

He listened to her every word carefully.

"Today, you've been here for a few hours, you make breakfast with him and take him to his practice," She continued a bit more emotional and laughed suddenly, "he told me how you gave him a lame thumbs up during practice and would keep your eyes only on him. He complained about it, but deep down I know how important it made him feel. I don't think you understand what a huge deal that is."

Rick finally moved into the room and closed the door. He walked over to her, his eyes just as intense as always,"Then let me take care of you both. I know we can do this. I know, we will handle anything that's on our way. She will understand eventually."

Michonne had a hard time with giving up control. As she looked into his eyes she knew the only way forward was to truly relinquish all obsessive thoughts about the what if scenarios or leave him now.

He wouldn't hurt them, not in this lifetime or the next. She knew that. She would need to trust that.

"It's gonna be a war." She said to him while he already had his hands around her waist. He made her dizzy, his touch always distracted her from any other coherent thought there might have been.

"Then let there be war." He whispered into her ear, giving chills through her entire body as his breath caressed her skin.

Rick stood there defiant, Michonne between her desk and himself. She could see his eyes darken with desire as his other hand looked for the zipper on side of her trousers.

"Rick." The way she said his name drove him crazy.

"We will win this. Nobody is gonna stop us. You and I." He repeated as he finally reached the hidden zipper and pulled it down with a quick movement. He was too consumed with the thought of touching her. All his energy directed towards her.

" I swear to god if you broke my pants-"

He took her mouth just as posessive as he always did. She met him head on, never giving him the chance to over power her completely. They were drowning in each other, the kisses sloppy and dueling. The room was filled with heavy breathing and moaning. She assumed the office was empty on this saturday evening, but she really didn't care at this point.

Michonne allowed herself to smile against him in this heated moment, he caught it immediately. A smile, that was radiating things that made him want to burst with happiness. She was finally fully on board.

He stepped away to pull her top over her head. He stared at her, completely transfixed. She was wearing a white sheer lace bra that got his heart pumping even faster, "Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look?" His voice came out strained, his chest rising and falling as he unbuttoned his own shirt.

The way he looked at her, made her feel unstoppable. Powerful. Michonne hadn't met a man before who could dominate her like this and that's exactly why Rick made sense. Since the beginning he had dared to challenge her and nothing made her more riled up or horny.

She kicked off her expensive heels and swayed her hips enough to wriggle from the tight pants. He didn't hesitate to grab her again, this time turning her around, molding her almost nake body to his, his clear hard on throbbing against her back.

"You and I." He repeated against her ear with a hoarse whisper.

"You and I." She repeated his mantra in ecstasy.

He had looked everywhere. He wanted to explode. As he tore up the last drawer he cursed her and hoped she died painfully for this injustice. Pete Anderson was frantic. His wife was gone. His whore of a wife really thought she could just leave with his children.

Their tidy house was only a memory as he looked for clues that could indicate where she left and who arranged this. Knowing his wife, the useless human being she was there was no way she did it on her own.

He marched outside and opened their trash bin. He didn't know what he was looking for, but suddenly it stared right back at him.

He grabbed the torn stained pieces of paper and scrambled to put them together.

He finally could read the name, Michonne Anthony. He pulled out his phone and googled her.

As he stared at the picture of Michonne he could feel his rage build up again.

She would be sorry she ever crossed him.

Dun, dun, dun...

Storm is coming.

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