It was evening, and night had descended over the small city where Amelia had found herself, she was... sitting on the bed of the motel that she had leased, her thoughts whirling.

She has strolled through the city streets all day, constantly gazing behind her, fearing that she will recognize someone.

However, now Amelia was in her room alone, and with all the doors and windows closed, she had no place to run to and avoid the thoughts that tormented her continuously.

She leaned over her bed, white-faced and enraged, challenging herself to plead for his pardon; she missed Bruce with an intensity that startled her.

Their marriage was a...