Space & TimeVoi stood in the shadows a good distance from the tracks at the train station, watching the way Ronny’s trench coat flapped carelessly in the wind. He was leaning against one of the columns that was supporting the glass roof over the platform, waiting for his train to arrive.
She’d read his letter before burning it with the charcoaled drafts of his unfinished correspondences to the AIA, which were now at the bottom of the hotel room’s waste bin. He was leaving but for where, he hadn’t said. The only thing she could make out from his vague, lame excuse for a goodbye was that he thought it would be better if they stayed out of contact for a while—that Voi ought to carry on with her life yet ‘keep an open mind.’
Voi wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by that last part, which was
