In the distance, Lydia watched while standing in the grass. Her tears caused her blonde hair to stick to her cheeks. Lydia was undoubtably beautiful, and in that town she was especially popular. Where they come from, you choose who your partner is from when you're a child. You practically know who you're going to marry by high school. It's just the way things worked, and for Lydia she chose William.

Things had gone fine, until he left. He chose a life other than the one they would have together. And maybe his abandonment would have been tolerable for her, but to find that William desired something so starkly different from what she was pained her. To know that he would rather be with a social outcast than the poster-child of what it meant to be young, beautiful, American and white baffled her. Never did she imagine that a black woman would catch his eye.

The sight of watching William and Eliza make love in the grass pained Lydia. She felt sick to her stomach, and a pain began to pang in her forehead. Never had William touched her as he did Eliza. Lydia always was under the belief that William had truly been in love with her without a doubt. But as she watched her love with someone else, she realized he never looked at her in the way he does Eliza.

All that she had believed was to be and all that she had planned was simply part of her imagination. William was not half the man she'd imagined, not only for his choice in partner but for his broken promise. He promised her long ago that he would be hers, that they would walk down the aisle. And now, she sees that she gave himself to another.

It caused a feeling is distress within Lydia. She was awoken from her trance as Arthur called out to her.

"Lydia!" He walked up to where she stood on the grounds. He was concerned, gripped his hands onto his wife's arms. "Lydia, why did you run off here? I went to get the car out of the McGill garage and when I returned you were gone!"

Lydia turned around toward her husband before he could see what she was watching. With tears down her cheeks, she walked away with him. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders, guiding her to the car. "Do not stress yourself. We don't want another episode of what transpired before."

"That'll never happen again. I'm never going back to that old hospital." Lydia declared. Arthur still took a look back at what Lydia was watching, and there he saw William and Eliza standing and putting on their clothing. It hurt him to know his wife still felt so deeply about William. But being the man he was, he simply looked the other way and continued on.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself." Arthur whispered to Lydia.

"I won't." She insisted, and together they made their way to the car.

"Lydia?" Arthur called to his wife. She didn't care to turn around to look at him. "Honey, I said I would get the car and then all of a sudden you were gone!"

Arthur wasn't the only one who felt like something was gone. Lydia turned toward her husband and walked with him. He wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Is this visit from William too stressful for you?" Arthur asked Lydia. "We wouldn't want more strain. Especially after what happened the last time."

"It's not a visit. He's staying." Lydia told her husband as they continued on back to the car. He held her close and guided his wife. Then opened the car door for her to get in. Together they drove off to their house which neighbored the McGills. And that night, Lydia laid awake in bed. Her mind filled with memories.

Florence shook the long sleeves to her robe further down her arms while exiting the bathroom. She rubbed lotion into her hands while approaching her husband's bed. There, her husband laid staring up at the canopy.

Florence crawled in seductively and reached out a hand to her husband. She ran the tips of her fingers along his chest, then slid them into his button up pajama shirt. But her husband removed her hand from his chest hair.

"Is there a particular reason you asked me to sleep in here?" Florence asked, quietly hoping she'd be dismissed to return to her own bedroom. Her husband didn't say much of anything, and so she figured he no longer cared for her presence.

She began to get out of the bed, but he reached over and held onto her arm. His frail hand was unusually tight on her. Slowly, Florence allowed her body to once again rest beside her husband. She looked up at the ceiling as she waited for him to begin whatever groping he desired.

But instead, he spoke. "I do not understand why you must sympathize with that girl."

"That girl?" Florence asked him. "Say what you really wish to say. I must admit, I'm tired of you always choosing your words as though you're a gentleman. You're a bigot, Mr. McGill. And it's become more unbearable to be in this marriage day by day."

"It's not fitting for a woman of your stature to say such things!" Mr. McGill argued with his wife. "To think in that way! And I will not have my wife saying such—"

"I am the greatest gift ever known to you. And you will no longer control me." Florence went on. "It's either you pay no mind to my lifestyle or you die alone. Whatever your decision, I promise you I do not care."

"When I found you at a bus stop all those years ago, you were just a girl." Her husband went on. "And I had hopes of molding you into the woman I wish for you to be."

"You had motives of controlling me." Florence corrected him. "And I refuse to have your ways rub off on me."

Afterward, Florence left her husband's bad without a care for what the consequences may be. And returning to her own room, she slept peacefully that night.

One who could not find peace was Jack, as he was still being held. Bloodied and exhausted, Jack tried to find strength to keep on going. But with every second, he kept feeling as though he were drifting away. He had a strong sense of abandonment, he never would have imagined that William would not come back for him.

The Peruvian girl was tied up right beside him. She had tears in her eyes while they both were stuck there. A cloth was tied around her head, forming a gag in her mouth. Her dress shifted to expose her breasts in an indecent way, but she had no ability to fix it with her hands tied behind her back.

In that moment, they were alone. Jack whispered to her. "I'm gonna get us out of here."