Isabelle Martin, wearing slippers, jogged all the way to the entrance of the neighborhood and saw that the former colleagues had already dispersed to busy themselves with work. She quickly hid to one side, waiting until everyone was gone before walking out in a daze.
Jeffrey Foster's car had already left, leaving her only a shrinking view of the car's rear.
Isabelle stared blankly at the car that continued to shrink in view, feeling as if a large chunk of her heart was brutally excavated, the pain causing her to tremble. She wanted to say or do something, but in the end, she just slowly squatted down and covered her face.
By May, Swallow City was already starting to get hot, even the dusk carried a sense of oppressive heat. Isabelle didn't know how long she squatted there until a voice sounded behind her, "Martin?"
