With a gentle closing of the door and a loud bang, Jane Sampson's heart suddenly felt a bit empty.
She breathed deeply, as if she could still smell James Black in the air.
The parting was sudden; she hadn't been prepared at all.
Reluctance flooded over her overwhelmingly.
Standing in front of the patio window, she saw James Black leaving the hotel, stretching his hand to hail a taxi at the doorway.
The sky outside was still gloomy, but Jane knew, that figure was James Black.
It was as if there was a telepathic connection between them.
Before he opened the car door to get in, James instinctively looked up at the upstairs behind him, his gaze landing straight on the window of the room he had shared with Jane.
He saw someone at the window.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed the person waved at him.
