"Fox, I didn't expect to see you here at this time of night," Whitney said gazing up at him.

"I had some things on my mind so I decided to take a walk, I have to ask you the same question. Or could you be meeting someone for a little midnight rendevous."

Whitney smiled again and his heart skipped a beat.

"I had somethings on my mind also, I guess I wanted some alone time," she said turning away from him. The pain of her mother's indiscretion still fresh in her mind.

Fox turned her back to him he stared into her eyes and sadness was so heavily apparent he couldn't help resting his hands on her cheek."If you want to talk about anything, I'm here for you always."

Whitney closed her eyes leaning her face into his touch, then she pulled away. We are just friends she said to herself.

"I can't talk about this Fox, ever. Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach. I just want it to go away to get it out my head, I mean Fox does love even exist or is it just some game that people play, that no matter what the consequences are or who gets caught in the crossfire all's fair, right."

Whitney turned away she needed to get away from him she just wanted to be alone. All day she struggled to keep them at bay but now the tears were flowing freely. Her only solace would be going to the studio where she could pour her heart into a song and sing out her pain. She least of all needed him distracting her with all these new feelings she shouldn't be having.

"Whit wait, what's the matter, Is it Chad is he hounding you again about getting back together. Whit you can talk to me about anything." He never wanted to see her cry again.

"Can I really Fox, I mean talk to you about anything." She spoke feeling the anger rising inside of her. "Okay Mr. Fix it, I'll bite. For years I have idolized her strength, her honesty, her beauty. I mean she's the most successful black woman in this town, she was a goddess to me. She didn't keep any secrets right, the good doctor was the George Washington of Harmony. Or so I thought. This woman, my mother, is the same as every person in this town, she's not special, she's not different and she for damn sure is not the saint we all thought she was, No how could she be when she's all kisses with your father right out in the open for everyone to see including me her daughter. Nobody could have ever prepared for that. Looking out the window and seeing her share such an intimate thing with another man who wasn't my father. The man my father despised. For a minute I thought to myself it couldn't be not my mother but it was, How can I look at her again knowing this Fox, how can I believe a word she says about anything. How could I ever trust my mother again?"

Fox was shocked, how did she find out. Or should he say how could they have been less discreet. He pulled her against him. She had been through enough already. Whitney cried in his embrace he felt so warm and it felt right her being right here with him. "I'm sorry you had to find out that way about them that way."

Damn Fox thought to himself, he hadn't meant for that to slip maybe she didn't catch it.

Whitney pulled away from him her eyes accusing. "What did you say. Great just perfect, you knew didn't you, you knew and you didn't tell me? Answer me Fox and I want the truth.

Fox turned away. What was he going to do. If he told the truth she wouldn't forgive him for not saying anything to her, if he lied and she found out he lied she would never forgive him. He turned back to her.

"Alright Whit, I'll answer you,"