Vincent hesitated, standing at the threshold, torn between leaving and staying. His eyes lingered on her as if trying to search for something, but Matilda’s gaze was distant and resigned, an unspoken goodbye lingering in the air. With a sigh, he turned and walked out.
Matilda watched from the window, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She saw Vincent walk down the driveway, his figure shrinking in the twilight. As he reached the street, a sleek, unfamiliar sedan pulled up, and he got in without looking back.