At least he wasn't some sort of crime fighter, or admitting to it. Megan didn't think she could deal with having him come back only to find they'd ended up on the wrong sides of the fence. She wasn't about to give up her plans to make Moretti pay, even if one of her motives - Stanley's death - was null and void now. The pain she'd suffered for the last two years hadn't gone away, the irreversible changes that the explosion had caused were still there, effecting her every day.
"Or committing it." She muttered softly, turning away from him and crossing her arms over her chest.
"Why did you never write? Or phone?" Megan asked, not able to look at him now. If she'd known he was still alive would it have changed anything? Would she not have been so angry? Maybe, she might not even have turned to crime and it was only the possibilities she kept replaying in her head. He'd said he was in love with her but it had taken him so long to get back in touch. What was she left to think?