It's Not Over

Something To Talk About

"Andy," Robert's soft voice snapped Andy out of her trance the next morning as she placed an earring in. She'd been fomring questions about the lives of everyone she used to know. Were her mother and Ira married. Did Rosie find someone? What happened with Tara and Pippi? There were about a dozen other questions she'd refused to wonder about for years. While she was terrified, seeing how this was more like jumping into a pool of her past without even dipping her toe in first, she was also excited to finally have some answers.

She studied herself in the mirror for a moment, wondering how much she'd changed. She didn't wear her makeup the way she used to. In fact, she barely wore anything at all. Her hair was blonder and she wore a blue long sleeve blouse and black pants, which didn't differ greatly from the way she used to dress. But still, she felt different. She'd been through more, as if she hadn't suffered enough before becoming a firefighter, but by some miracle, she'd been accepted into yet another family. "Are you okay?" He pulled her back before she drifted all of the way back into her own head once again.

"Yeah," she said with a small smile to his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He'd mentioned discovering she was a detective the night before and in response, Andy had opened an investigation. His body. Excited by her infatuation with him, her hunger for him, he played along, but didn't wake up feeling better. He never even knew she'd lived in New York, never mind for several years. This wasn't secrets anymore, it was a hidden identity. "What time's your appointment?" She asked, knowing he was meeting with Amelia Shepherd.

"Three."

"Okay. Again, if your leg huts, don't drive," she reminded him, protectively. "I'll see you tonight."

"Yeah, tonight," he confirmed before leaning in to plant a kiss on her forehead and then exiting the room.

A half an hour later, Andy followed a waiter through a small restaurant flooded with the light from the windows that lined the bck wall. She spotted the table with three familiar faces before they saw her and she gulped, nervously. When grew close enough to draw their attention and her mother landed eyes on her, the conversation stopped immediately.

"Annalise!" Daisy exclaimed, jumping to her feet and rushing to her daughter.

"Hi, mom," she said, softly, giving into her mothers embrace. With only two words, it was clear she was more soft spoken than they remembered her but they assumed it could have been situational. And it was, you looked at it as the situation being whole life at the moment coupled with the return of her insomnia. Ira pulled out a seat for her, telling her he was glad to see her, and they took their seats once again. Rosie studied her carefully for a moment, and while she noticed she didn't exactly want to look at him, fearing eye contact but having no idea why.

"So, Mija, I heard you're a firefighter now. Tell me about it. How do you like it?" Daisy asked, ending the short but uncomfortable silence.

"I love it."

"More than catching murderers?" Asked Ira.

"I don't know," she told him, not having really weighed it in her head, that's how little she let herself think of the past until recently. "It's different. It's nice to see people survive sometimes."

"Yeah, we don't see that a lot in the homocide department," Ira joked.

"I saw an article a few months back. Caught that potential serial killer," she said, remembering him working on the investigation some of her coworkers were on too. That was pretty awesome."

"Longest case of my life."

"But rewarding, I'm sure." For a while, Annalise asked the questions, wanting to hear about the new practice and the members of the Miami location. She asked Rosie about his health, carefully. To which he replied he had a small scare two years before and tried to play it down to nothing, though she still worried. She was shocked to learn that Feldheim had married, which brought them around to the conversation they were bound to have.