Why is this happening? All this time, she’d stayed safely insulated from wanting anything, from even thinking of going on with a life, and now, right in the middle of a snowstorm mounting up enough snow to keep her trapped inside for days, if not a week, the one man in all this world whom she’d cried for as many nights as she’d cried over the loss of her beautiful child, appeared from the dead. She’d cried for him, not because he’d hurt her, but because she’d lost the dream of being with him when he’d died. No wonder I thought he looked familiar. But then again, Robert McNeil had never come that close to her for her to completely memorise every facet of his unique features. He’d stayed away from her, but she knew it wasn’t for lack of interest. It was because of the attraction that burned between them that the honourable Robert McNeil had stayed away. Even when she’d wanted him not to, she remembered. What am I going to do? He was here. Hurt, but so real, so alive and warm, and here, she felt all those broken pieces inside her shattering all over again.
