Chapter 47 A Fateful Night

• Kara didn't argue. She simply walked to the reception office, lifted her coat off the peg, and left the hospital by the main door.
• Nothing could have induced her at that moment to endure the proximity of Max. She was tired, she was keyed up, and for all her protestations to herself that she had gotten over him, she found his physical presence profoundly disturbing.
• Outside, the night was cool. It swallowed her up. There was no moon, and only a handful of stars, but the very darkness was tranquilly soothing and afforded an illusion of protection and anonymity. It was as if she could hide away from him and from her feelings for him.