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Better Days
By Demeter


"Oh. Sorry."

In a split-second, a lot of Tom Hogan's questions were answered all at once when he walked into the break room, finding his ex-wife kissing the redheaded reporter, startling the two women apart.

He'd observed her awkward dance around men, had felt that she was holding back even during those times when their marriage still seemed to be going well.

The past few weeks, he'd found her changed, more relaxed, acting like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Which was good, he wanted her to be happy after all. He had been wondering, though. This riddle was clearly solved.

Lindsay cleared her throat. "Hey, Tom. You'll have to go with the Vanilla Latte. Regular coffee is out."

"Hi Tom," Cindy piped in, a blush on her pretty face.

The two of them sure made a beautiful visual, sharing a stolen moment in the half-lit room. It took him a moment to remember why he'd come here in the first place. "Linz, the lab just called. They won't have any results for the Pierson case before tomorrow. I'm going home. You should, too. Um... both of you."

"Sure. Thanks," Lindsay said with mild smile.


Tom was still smiling to himself when he headed down the stairs of the Hall to where Heather was waiting for him.

"What's funny?" she asked.

"Nothing," he assured her. Which was true. They might have taken the long way to closure, but they'd both made it. Nothing funny about that. It was right.

The End

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