Chapter 72

“I'm going home tonight, Simon. I have called a cab and it will be here any minute. I will send for my things sometime during the week,”

Simon stood just inside the door of the living room where Sara had been waiting to confront him all afternoon. And now she’d blurted the words out with little or no finesse. They hung baldly in the air between them.

Simon looked utterly cold and remote. This was what Sara had had a glimpse of when she’d first met him, the side of him she’d always thought would be formidable. And it was. He put down his case and walked over to the drinks cabinet on the opposite side of the room. He poured himself a neat drink of something powerful before turning back to Sara.

“What do you want me to say, Sara?” he asked.

She crossed her arms even tighter across her chest as if she could stop her heart beating and feeling so much pain. Pain that she still denied to herself. “I don’t want you to say anything. You don’t have to say anything.”