In life, she filled every bit of her role as a movie star, even when not on the set. She was as stylish as she was beautiful. Her long brown hair draped across her shoulders. “I’m leaving, Grant,” Jennifer said, as she continued walking to the other side of the room. “When do you return?” Grant slid his hands into his jean pockets and leaned against his kitchen counter. Jennifer stopped and faced the window, with her back to him. The California desert sun was on its way down, casting an orange, dusty glow into the room. “In a few months. But…” Grant knew what she wanted to say. However, he insisted on hearing it from her. “But what?” “The tabloids are right this time. I am in love with someone else. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you before the pictures showed up on all the covers.” Jennifer turned and faced him. Her face looked somber, but he wondered how sorry she really felt. She had been withdrawn for sometime. Grant nodded. He wanted the relationship to work, even though he knew it would never last with Jennifer.
