After hours, Xhemin found herself openly staring at the moon above the window. Few years ago, she stared at the same window and welcomed the same moon with a genuine smile on her face, however this time, she stared open with nothing but a blank expression.
She was back in Hampshire, in the cottage where Darryl spent six years mourning for her. It was rather odd how Darryl was able to drag her back to the loch after the meeting this morning but she was just too tired to protest and so she stayed nonchalant about everything even when Darryl took his private plane off just to get them both to the south.
"Go and take your shower" Darryl emerged at her back and patted her shoulder gently. She hasn't said a word to him since this morning yet Darryl's patience for her never ran dry. Coming with Darryl was not a part of the plan but then inside her, she knew she somehow needed to talk to him so that they can all move on.
