The night was as dark as ink.
Zamond stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, still in his suit pants and shirt, gazing into the impenetrable darkness of night with half a burning cigarette clamped between his fingers.
He took a pull on his cigarette and blew out a smoke ring, his eyes even more inscrutable than the night.
In the bathroom, Evianne's toiletries reposed beside his.
Standing in front of the mirror, Zamond stared at her toiletries for quite a while and then tossed them all into the trash bin.
He walked out of the bathroom, went to his bedroom, opened the wardrobe and threw away Evianne's clothes as well.
Since she wanted to bail out of their relationship, Zamond decided to help her go the whole hog.
After doing all that, he prepared to go to bed.
But he tossed and turned
