He sat there, gazing at the slender figure squatting on the side of the road through the windshield. Laura was still there, squatting down, hugging herself, and burying her head in her knees.

Edwin had studied psychology and recognized this posture. He understood that it was a human instinct to seek protection in such circumstances.

Laura's body was drenched, and she trembled from the cold rain.

Edwin took out a cigarette and lit it with trembling hands. He smoked in silence, his black eyes locked on her.

It felt like a silent tug of war. He expected her to leave sooner or later.