Even though she quickly regained control over her emotions, Walter did not miss the fleeting pain and sorrow that flashed through her eyes.
Her expression reminded him of Tara's heart-wrenching crying in the master bedroom. The torment in her eyes now was no less painful than it was back then.
Walter was a perceptive man, and he immediately understood why she was acting like that.
He didn't speak, quietly stepping back a few paces.
He stared at her with his dark eyes for a moment, and then moved to the side. Standing before the glass window of the airport, he could see the planes on the runway, their lights blinking on and off. One took off after another, one landed after another.
The airport at night was still bustling with people, unaffected by the heavy rain outside.
Walter held his phone, hesitating for a long time. He leaned against the glass window, his eyes never leaving Tara, who was in the distance.
Finally, he composed a text message and sent it—
