Cherish Turner could only feel a lump in her throat, as if overwhelmed with sadness, while he coldly withdrew his gaze and got into the police car with Aaron Green.
The car's engine started, Daniel Peacock didn't even bother to glance sidelong, perhaps feeling no regrets, or perhaps extreme hatred, until the end, unwilling to admit defeat. The police car carried him away, disappearing in the blink of an eye, as they stood in the distance, increasingly distant.
As they drove around the corner, Aaron Green spoke up, "Mr. Peacock."
Daniel Peacock cooperatively stretched out his hands. The cold handcuffs snapped onto his wrists, weighing heavily on him. It was like a shackle, a lock that bound him for life, making it impossible to ever turn back. He closed his eyes, feeling only relief. He did not know if it was because he had been freed from his own entanglements or because he had been freed from the impossible relationship.
