Michael’s plane should be landing now, if he had been truthful about his destination. He hadn’t told her the name of the hotel in New York, but then she never asked. The phone started ringing. Reaching out for the receiver, her gaze remained on the scene outside, a rainbow now arching over the horizon. “Hello,” her despondent tone echoed her mood. “Lucy, is that you?” “Jamie!” Leaning against the cool pane, the pleasurable shiver took her by surprise. She had tried to envisage this moment for so long, what she would feel and how she would react. Hearing his voice again was a fantasy that she’d clung to through each day. Reality was that she never thought she would hear him speak her name again. Her throat was dry and she wanted him to say more, but he was waiting for her. She took a deep breath and allowed the words out slowly. “When did you get out?” “Yesterday. Early release on account of my good behaviour. Hard to believe, wouldn’t you say?” He sounded so distant and Lucy felt at a loss as to what to say next.
