chapter 3
It was a bleak, dark morning. A light drizzle began to fall just as Lana stepped out onto the street. She looked up at the sky, wrinkling her forehead, and noted the flock of grey clouds arriving from the West promised nothing grand as far as the weather was concerned. The overcast sky seemed to reflect the exact state of her mind; it fit her mood. In Hayden’s departure she had seen some kind of symbolic event which, in one way or another, would bring about a change in their relationship. Unless they wanted to lose their mind, they needed to put an end to the self-torturing struggle which had been going on for too long.
In the office she delved into her work, and with much self-control, managed to absorb herself in the files that Stephanie had carefully placed on her desk. She
