It wasn't a heart-shattering pain, but it was enough to numb every nerve in her body.
A bitter smile tugged at Hannah Hale's lips. Her eyes grew hot, a prickle of tears stung her nose, and they threatened to fall.
She ducked her head to unbuckle her seatbelt, the hair falling over her brow hiding the hurt in her eyes. Hannah Hale said nothing more and simply got out of the car.
The moment the car door closed, Nathan Redgrave spun the wheel and drove off.
Hannah Hale stood in the rain, watching the car shrink into the distance until its outline grew blurry and finally disappeared into the pitch-black night. Only then did she let herself cry.
'Just like that, he'd left her on the side of the road, turning away without a moment's hesitation.'
'Not a single worry about whether she'd be scared, whether she'd run into trouble, or whether she wouldn't be able to get a cab...'
Hannah Hale crouched on the ground, hugging herself tightly as cold rain streamed down her cheeks.
