Dorothy had just reached the first floor, and there were no reporters in sight at the entrance.
Vincent was standing in the shelter of the doorway, smoking a cigarette. Sunlight streamed through the columns, casting light and shadow across his face. He seemed somewhat troubled.
Ever since he received that phone call and left in the middle of the night, he had often worn this worried expression. 'Was it because of the person he met that day?' Dorothy wondered.
Sensing her presence, Vincent turned to look at Dorothy. Her radiant smile, as bright as a sunflower, dispelled all the gloom in his heart.
His hand, hanging by his side, clenched tightly. 'She is the angel sent to me by heaven... I will never let go.'
Dorothy beamed up at him and hooked her arm through his. They left together, l
