And his heart contracted in sympathy.
Then her spine straightened, her chest expanded as she drew a breath. Fascinated, he saw her pull herself together and wipe the tears with the back of her hand like a child. He heard the deep indrawn breath as she fortified her courage. And he could not help but admire the way she recovered so fast from whatever devastation she had suffered earlier. She looked less like a child and more a woman at that moment.
He wished, for an instant, that his quarry, Anza Soledad, was as evocative as this unknown woman across the street.
She continued eating with the grim determination of a soldier who decided to plough into battle. Her fighting spirit showed clearly in the straightened line of her back and the stubborn jut of her jaw. Then she stood up and went
