Before his departure abroad, they were lovers, yet now, there was nothing left. Since he left, she had seldom thought of him, having resolved to erase him from her memory.

She averted her gaze and quietly shut the car door.

Without uttering a word or allowing room for questions or complaints, she headed straight for the elevator.

As she reached for the elevator button, Dylan seized her hand, forcing her to face him.

They stood so close she could detect the familiar musk of his aftershave—- a scent she once loved because she had chosen it for him.