Just as she was lost in thought, the man suddenly turned and walked out without so much as a goodbye.
Once the man was gone, Claire Sinclair immediately went to shut the door.
'That oppressive aura is finally gone…'
Claire Sinclair collapsed onto the bed, completely drained. She thought about the man's lecture, her own helplessness, and the possibility that she might never be free of him...
A tremendous sense of loneliness washed over her, leaving her feeling completely lost.
'No, I can't just waste my life moping over some man.'
'I need to think about what to do next. Right, that scumbag ex still has my key. This place isn't safe. I have to change the lock first!'
...
The black sedan pulled out of the apartment complex and merged onto the main road.
As it turned a corner, it passed a white car going the other way.
Adrian Quincy glanced over and saw a face he recognized instantly.
'Most of the photos Claire Sinclair deleted were of that face…'
'Damn it!'
