The past remained as vivid as ever, but now, everything had changed.
Stars dotted the sky outside the window, and Annabelle Linton's face, so placid it was devoid of emotion, once again appeared in Leona Grant's mind.
Her coldness, her coolness, her strength, her aloofness, her indifference... Everything about her played out before Leona's eyes like a movie.
Untouchable.
It was as if the entire world had gone silent, and she could only watch it all from an impossible distance.
Leona Grant lit a cigarette but didn't take a drag. The ember at its tip glowed and faded, and the white smoke coiling beside her face made her austere silhouette seem all the more inscrutable.
A late-night breeze blew past, its faint chill reminding her of a past that was at once distant, foreign, and yet familiar. It also brought to mind Annabelle Linton's cold smile.
She missed Annabelle Linton even more.
