Lost without Maggie, Jake wandered along planks and piles of bricks and splintered wood, and looked for memories. He tried to recall her that day in the library, how her hair felt so soft and her skin was so warm. How he’d wanted to taste her and feel her beneath him. They made love behind the library desk. Reckless and laughing, they owned the world in the way only lovers do. Then the laughter dissolved as they lay in each other’s arms and vowed to be together always. Always turned out to be days.
Someone was crying. It had become too familiar a sound. But it hindered his thoughts, the unwelcome intruder. He had no more room for sorrow. He turned and started to walk away, but the weeping went with him. He looked back through the smoky dusk and regarded the woman who wept alone softly. Wr
