Is that what you think — ? That I — ?

That he — ? No. No, not him.

But she doesn't get the chance to say so. He's turning away. It's exactly what she wanted. That he chooses to leave her for good as well — well.

It's probably for the best.

She purses her lips, nodding — though he won't be able to see her — tamping down the tears that flood her eyes unbidden.


And closes the door.

Locking it.