She tried smiling at her reflection. The ghastly image that grinned back at her made her look away. Suddenly, she longed for her cozy apartment in London. The background roar of the city had never bothered her the way the deep silence surrounding their cabin did. She slipped into her heels, grabbed her small purse and stood with her hand on the closed bedroom door. She wanted her life back, to be on assignment with meeting a deadline the most pressing thing on her mind. She wanted Bosman's life back, too, and her father's. As long as she was making a wish list, she wanted back the corner of her heart of which Chance had mysteriously claimed possession. The sooner they found her father and the thieves, the sooner she could put this experience behind her. Put Chance behind her. She shivered. Was it already too late? He'd told her, hadn't he, that he was a leaving man. Just like her father. The only way to get her life back, was to walk through that door and keep going forward. Her father would contact her.
