He wanted to talk to her about these stupid ideas she had about divorcing him and adopting that boy. He had to. He couldn't bear the thought of not being married to her. He would talk to her at her home, on her turf and maybe even make her dinner. Yeah, that was a good plan.

But as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he was greeted by heavy blasting music. He recognized it at the first notes. Zztop. Gimme all your loving. It was pretty dead on! He assumed it was coming from one her neighbors but as he moved closer to the door, he realized it was coming from his wife's condo. Was it from Rusty? He didn't peg him as the type to listen to old school rock. Neither was Sharon. In fact the only person he knew to love them, no, adore them, was one his wife's employee. From as far as he could remember, Flynn was a fan of the Texan band. Amused to hear it at Sharon's, she who liked quietness and classical music, he pulled out his key and entered. Well. It was Flynn's music all right!

In the kitchen, he saw the white hair man air singing with a wooden spatula before grabbing Sharon's (his wife!) hand and dancing with her. He couldn't refrain from smiling. She was a natural. She could dance to absolutely anything. And she was cuteness and beauty incarnated. With her little feet still enclosed in her stockings, her black pencil skirt on and only her camisole (she must have discarded her blouse earlier) she was jigging around, smiling and laughing. Andy made her spin around him and caught her with his big hands on her hips.

She seemed so happy and carefree. So at ease. He couldn't remember the last time he saw her like that. She was always so guarded around him. So stiff and worried. Were they an item? He didn't witness any kiss or wandering hands so he guessed not. And he knew Sharon. She would never ever engage with another man as long as she'd be married to him.

He felt the weight of his past behavior on his shoulder though. She had every right to be unhappy and guarded around him. But she deserved to be happy again. He knew he would never be able to bring her one once of the joy she was now experimenting with Andy.

He had to let her go.

He moved back to the entrance, signed the papers and let it on the little table by the door before leaving.