The day Storm prepared to walk out of his life with her suitcase in hand was another. “The easy way would have been to leave without telling you, but that would have been cowardly. I’m no coward. I came to say goodbye, Cairo. My son and I are leaving Jamaica for good.” Her eyes were full of sadness. He told himself it was what he wanted. He should have been elated. But the looks of despair that Storm and Shane wore made him feel something very close to desolation. Was it just last night that their heads had rested on his pillow? Had it been just last night that he’d watched them sleeping and wished fleetingly that they belonged to him? Why did it now seem so long ago? Cairo looked down at the Louis Vuitton luggage at her feet. “Why now? You don’t have to leave right away.” He said his emotions in turmoil. Storm sighed wearily. “Cairo, Shane and I came to Jamaica for a reason.
