Ellie spent the rest of the night in fits of sobbing, pacing and being comforted by Paul. Finally, however, she begged him to get some sleep while she stood on the terrace, watching the sky slip through its phases from black velvet to gray to the pink hues of dawn. Each time she thought she had no tears left, she’d think of Darren and new ones would begin.
With her tissue box empty, she went to the hall closet for a new one. I loved him! Oh God! With each moment, she prayed for the phone to ring or for Darren to bang on her door, begging her to take him back. The first man I really loved. She didn’t know her heart could ache so badly and still beat.
Memories assaulted her. Last summer in Boston, she and Darren had gone to lunch almost every day at Quincy Market and then strolled through
