The Administrator insisted on the traditional white uniforms, stockings, and caps. Decorum was the order of the day, and insisted upon by the hospital... wealthy and often famous patients. Only the dim lights and softly beeping monitors were signs that there were patients on the Sixth Floor. It was a slow night, with only one-third of the rooms in the Orthopedics service being occupied. With the charts finished, and all the patients quiet, the head nurse took a break and left the two. 00pm so that security could release the guard dogs. I loved to dance, but tonight all the best girls seemed to have partners. But then my attention was drawn to a young lady dancing with one of the single men, she looked utterly bored and the glance she threw me as she passed close by me seemed to be a cry for help.I did not immediately recognise her, yet there was something familiar about her. She was about 5ft 2 inches tall with jet black curly hair, a slim figure with quite pixie like. " Moria said with tears in her eyes, "We are done." Moria nodded in her conviction. She backed up against the opposite wall, "We're done." she repeated in a hushed voice touching her hand to her lips. Across the hall Luke growled, as he bit back his rage. His fists clenched and unclenched as he stared at her, she trembled under his feral gaze."No Moria. Didn't you just hear me?" Luke said looking directly at her eyes. Moria shook her head. Luke took a step towards her, Moria cringed her body. But his onslaught was never deterred for more than a day or two. Was Dante abusive? Was Catherine’s role in life to be a victim? I can’t answer that, but I can tell you that once, when an injury kept Dante from pursuing her for several weeks Catherine began to think he didn’t love her. She found herself wanting things back the way they had been, which they were by the time they moved into their new home. So I say, dear reader, that whatever drove the Maxwell’s needs their issues dovetailed.