She vanishes from sight, lost in the milling throng. I don’t know what to do, how to deal with this.
“My place now,” says Michael. “I"ll come to pick up my stuff later.”
He says not a word as I drop him off. White-faced, he doesn’t so much as acknowledge me as he gets out of the car.
Fighting down nausea, I drive back to the beach house alone. My concentration wrecked, several times I narrowly avoid other cars…
Jade….
…. My Jade-Eyes….
What have I done…?
Back at the beach house, I don’t know what to do. I wander, aimless. I make myself a coffee then sit, watching it go cold.
A couple of hours, Michael arrives.
He packs his clothes, not speaking a word to me or even looking at me. I try to offer him coffee, but he doesn"t reply. A few minutes later I hear a car engine and the retre
