Scarlett doesn't drive home.
She drives around London for hours. Past the bridge where she tried to convince herself she was stronger than she was. Past the park where Elle found her crying in her car. Past all the places that remind her of who she used to be.
By midnight, she finds herself back at his building.
She tells herself she's just checking on him. She tells herself she's not hoping for anything. She tells herself this is temporary weakness and she'll leave before he even sees her.
The security guard at the desk nods. He's used to seeing her come and go at odd hours now. She's a fixture in Cameron Ashford's life, even if he doesn't want her to be.
The elevator rises. Forty-seven floors of her growing resolve that this is a mistake.
His office door is unlocked.
She finds him at his desk, head resting on papers, completely asleep. The lamp above him casts a soft glow. His suit jacket is draped over the back of his chair. His sleeves are rolled up. His tie is gone.
