<div style="text-align: center">《 Hannah and Armando》<br/>
<i>Location: Ezra's room, third floor<br/>
Addressing: Wesley and Ezra </i>​</div><br/><br/>Hannah wanted to see where her husband went. She knew it. She knew in her heart that he was being unfaithful. Women knew these things. Wesley had become emotionally detached. Something was different between them. She had tried to bring him back to her, to remind them of what they used to be; what they still could be, but she felt like she was treading water. She was losing her husband. Wesley was late to breakfast that morning and then distracted throughout the meeting. It became clear to her that whoever he was cheating with was on that list. He would hardly look at her, so after, she smiled gentle. Kissed her husband's cheek and said she was going to take the girls for a visit with the neighbor. He made some excuse about work and she'd told him just to be back in time for dinner.<br/><br/>Instead, she'd dropped the girls off and followed him. Through the chaos, focused. Her family meant more to her than anything and she hardly saw the armed guards and whose lives they were destroying. She was in crisis mode herself, hoping that she was wrong. That this wasn't just the breaking point. Wesley had been shaken. Upset. And just like he'd expected, the second he thought his family was occupied, he'd run off to whoever it was.<br/><br/>She saw which room he'd gone into but it didn't make much sense. It did when she pushed it open, and found them embracing. Ezra. It had been Ezra, someone Wesley worked with that she never would have expected. She shook her head, a sob catching in her throat as she looked to the duffel bags, drawing her own assumptions.<br/><br/>"Are you going with him?" Blue eyes snapped up in sudden realization. Her heart hurt and at first there was only sadness, soon followed by a fury she didn't know she had had in her. She had been the epitome of the perfect wife. Faithful, nurturing, motherly.<br/><br/>"Should I have packed your shit too?" he snapped, hurt beyond words. She shoves past Ezra, dragging dresser drawers out of their frame, dumping all the contents into the floor carelessly. Wesley tried to gentle pull her back by the elbow but she turned, and that was when the shouting began. Hannah pointed an accusatory finger into the center of her husband's chest and threw a bottle of lube in his face that had tumbled from one of the drawers. Her world was collapsing. She had always considered herself one of the lucky ones. She'd had it all. Her family had made it through intact, and yet he would stray.<br/><br/>"Priorities, right? You sorry son of a bitch! I gave you everything!<i>I gave you everything!</i>" her voice as she repeated herself hit a shrill octave. "How could I have not been enough, Wes?" She looked to Ezra next, shaking her head.<br/><br/>"And you! I'm glad you're going!" She sucked in a sobbing breath, putting force behind her words. "Hale chose right!" She snatched a duffel bag and began throwing Ezra's crap<br/><br/><br/><br/>"Who is screaming?" Armando asked into the walkie downstairs, listening as he headed up to try and sort the issue out.<br/><br/>"It's Hannah, Sir. I don't know why but she's completely hysterical," someone reported back.<br/><br/>Hannah.. the sweet little redhead that was married to Wesley with the two little girls. He wasn't sure what was going on, especially when finding out her location but he moved with more urgency, worried that maybe in the chaos she'd lost one of her girls.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The guards stepping in had only added fuel to the fire. Hannah jerked away anyone tried to touch her. Wesley grew upset that they were trying to subdue his wife, on top of the stress of her finding out.<br/><br/>"Tell them! Why don't you say it, Wesley?!" she shouted, shoving a guard away from her.<br/><br/>"Ma'am, are your children alright? Are they lost? Please, we can help."<br/><br/>"NO! They aren't okay. They just lost their father!" She threw the unzipped duffel bag hard in the center of his chest. He didn't deserve any of his belongings. If Ezra wanted him so badly, she could look after him in all the ways that she did. "He's leaving! Get him<i>ouuut!</i>"