Elizabeth

A few minutes earlier, Elizabeth had heard the unmistakable roar of John’s motorcycle echoing up the flower-lined avenue.

But this time, she didn’t rush to welcome him with all the lights on and wait for him at the entrance. She walked slowly, almost dragging herself toward her glass prison.

That was when she saw him on the large deck and stopped. And, even from a distance, their eyes met. A long look, laden with everything neither of them could, or wanted, to say. Each immersed in