Winnie wasn't sure what she expected here, nor was she sure she actually wanted to hear this. Things were already messy and adding another person into the mix, even in the past tense, felt like a bad idea. It felt like a slippery slope to traverse in already murky waters. Whatever he had done in their time apart was his business. Whatever she had done, even though it wasn't anything of significance, was hers. They had always been free to come and go as they pleased, which was why the engagement ring came as such a shock; wouldn't that put a clear end to the way things were?

"Ah," Was all she could come up with. If she thought about it, Winnie could only assume this woman was of importance to Dory, maybe even more so than Winnie did, but it didn't sound like things had ended amicably. "I'm sorry." They'd had this conversation before, there couldn't be two someones who had gotten that deep under his skin, and she was still no closer to understanding where it left them. It was over he'd told her, but it kept coming up, probably because he'd seen her again and everything had resurfaced, but what that had to do with her, she didn't know.

Antsy, Winnie withdrew from her position in his lap and started to open the champagne. Would it help? Who knew, but she needed to do something with her hands.