“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 ...