Ezekiel was finally released. News had spread fast and crowds gathered outside the station long before he stepped through the doors. Reporters jostled for position and onlookers craned their necks. Everyone wanted to see him. But when the exit doors opened there was no sign of him at all. He had slipped away quietly through another passage and left all the noise and fuss behind.
He had already gone straight to the place where Viola waited for him. It was a quiet stretch of coastline with no one else around. They had agreed to meet there the moment Ezekiel was free.
Ezekiel walked across the pale sand, his eyes fixed on a figure in the distance. She stood with her back to him, wearing a white dress, her hair rippling in the breeze coming off the sea. Nearby, a pair of sandals sat neatly arranged on the shore. They belonged to Viola.
