CHAPTER TWENTY
Keira lost track of how long she stood in the train station, looking at the place where Cristiano had once been but was no longer. She felt like a failure, not to mention extremely embarrassed.
But finally she gathered herself and left, her head and heart heavy.
She was far from the hotel and, feeling close to tears, didn’t really want to get on the metro, cooped up with all those people looking at her. Instead she wanted to curl up in the dark corner of a cafe and weep into her coffee mug.
She strolled down the street, passing the same American chain coffee stores she was accustomed to back home. How peculiar she’d never even noticed that Paris had them as well?
At last, she found a proper French cafe and went inside.
It was very busy, the windows steamed up with cond
