Now that his mind was functioning again, Lyke Zhekova thought about that discussion Peggy Lewis had with him during the day.
What time this evening would it be over?
Perhaps she was planning to call him right when it ended.
Peggy Lewis didn't know that, even though Lyke Zhekova seemed calm, he had quietly slipped into his shoes, picked up his car keys from the bowl on the shoe cabinet near the door, and left again.
Through the mobile phone, Peggy could hear the occasional noise on Lyke's side, but she couldn't identify what exactly he was doing.
Above all, she was entirely focused on Lyke's words, not bothering about anything else.
His self-deprecating words seemed also to mock her.
Peggy's heart tightened as she apologized, "I'm sorry."
He must have returned home to find the lights out, assuming she was asleep, while in reality, she had silently departed.
He must be furious, feeling deceived by her.
"There's nothing to apologize for," Lyke did sound irate.
