Fred wanted to believe that he was being paranoid, but when she didn't answer any of his calls, he drove without stepping on the brake until he reached home.

He didn't know what to expect, a part of him wanted to find her there, perhaps asleep, perhaps wounded by a fall and at his mercy, but another part wanted her to be out with another man to check his suspicions.

When he came in there was loud music, she was singing from the kitchen and the smell was proof that she was actually cooking like she hadn't in a long time, he silently saw her move her hips and shake that usual silk robe, her heels echoing on the floor.

"You look happy," he said, knocking on the kitchen door announcing his arrival.