Back at Valentine Manor, the two got out of the car.
They had been close at first.
However, when Dorothy veered onto a small path, through the garden and the colonnade, she suddenly realized the footsteps behind her had stopped.
She turned to find Vincent was not following her.
He was still in the garden, gazing at the moonlit hydrangeas and smoking.
Dorothy considered for a moment, then walked over, and sat on the swing facing him, dangling her feet. "Are you upset about something?"
Vincent looked up at her with a displeased expression. "Just now you noticed I was missing?"
Dorothy kicked at the grass beneath her feet. "I thought you were right behind me."
"If it were your beloved man, would you not care if he disappeared from behind you?"
His words puzzled Dorothy. What did he m
