Bethany stood by the window, peering through a gap in the curtains at Owen in the pouring rain.
The man she had loved so deeply now seemed strange and distant... Did he love her?
No, he didn't.
If he did, how could he bear to send her to another man's bed with his own hands?
Their love was a joke.
Bethany abruptly drew the curtains shut, picked up her landline, and dialed her mobile phone number.
*****
Sullivan's car had only traveled halfway when he heard a faint ringing from under his seat. He parked the car and saw an unfamiliar mobile phone.
It was an ancient model, old and battered.
Sullivan picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Um, it's Bethany. I think I left my phone in your car. Have you gone far?"
"I'll bring it back to you." Sullivan was about to hang up, but he must have
