Walking back to the ballroom I took the smallest steps and swayed as though I was walking on a beam. The looks on their faces when they left would be forever imprinted on my mind. Iliana and I locked eyes when she got in the car and Emanuel handed the umbrella to the driver, right before he got in he looked over his shoulder and watched me like he used to; with a tenderness and care that I would long for until the next time. Except there wouldn't ever be a next time.

They were leaving ...