Final entry in the Untitled series. He struggled to come to grips with this newfound information. What it meant for his brother-in-law and wife- whom he had tried to convince that the situation was only temporary, and would remedy itself soon enough.

He could tell that he didn't care no one knew about the two of them- but it wouldn't be the truth. Living in anonymity suited her, and going public might end that, but he refused to be referred to as, "I have to work late" around her friends anymore.

The Boy Who Lived was the only one still remembered. The other two pieces of the Golden Trio were lost to obscurity and lost to each other. So, who could care who she drank with, worked with, walked down the street with?