“Oh, no I’m sorry.”

“Al look since Mrs. Williams visit obviously this whole situation is bothering you do you want to talk about it?”

Of course Alice didn’t want to talk about it especially not with Clea. How was she supposed to tell her fiancé that since Mrs. Williams visit she hasn’t been able to sleep? Or that every time she closed her eyes her dreams and thoughts were consumed with Tasha? She had so many questions but with few answers. She wanted to know how she was coping? Who was taking care of her? What would she say to her if she ran into her? There was no closure. Mrs. Williams telling her that Tasha knew about her upcoming engagement felt like a punch to the gut. Being a POW, her mind could only imagined the fucked up shit she probably went through. At this point she didn’t know what felt worse Tasha dying or knowing that the state had declared them officially divorced. Never in a million years would she have predicted her and Tasha getting a divorce. When she stood before her and said her vows, “Till death do us part” that’s exactly what she meant. Just when she had gathered up enough courage to move on with her life everything she currently knew had now been compromised. Although, she had yet to communicate all of this to Clea she knew Clea felt it.

“I’m sorry Clea I’m just not ready.”

Clea trying hard to conceal her frustrations, “Well fine when you’re ready let me know,” she says in a harsh tone grabbing her keys and living the house. Clea drove herself to her shop walked into her office and closes the door. Opening the bottom drawer she pulls out a small napkin places it on the desk then leans back in her chair and stares at it.

Max had called Shane to make sure that they were still scheduled to meet. Forty five minutes later Max appeared at Shanes shop where she escorted Max to her office in the back. Sitting down Max pulls out a manila colored file and places it on the desk.

“You’re not going to believe this shit, ”he says looking at Shane.

Shane taking the file opens it and begins going the contents of the folder. From the facial expressions on her face she had it was the exact same looks Max had.