Then, without another word, she left the room.
When Adi turned around, she was gone. Had she even been there? Had he simply imagined it? He heard her taking the stairs two at a time and looked down at the sharp angled pattern of deep reds and blues on the palette. It was all sadness and grief.
A sweat broke out on his forehead and top lip, and his hands began to shake as a bitter resentment flashed up the names of those he felt most angry towards. Not just Lisa and Mack, but all the others too that he would one day leave behind. He walked over to the grime-smudged window and rubbed at the glass, but all he saw was a train disappearing into the underground tunnel.
He imagined Lisa unlocking the yellow car door, dragging the seatbelt across her chest, revving the engine, letting go the ha
