Sitting in the car park behind the wheel of the same 4+4 series that she had left in 8 months ago staring at the automatic doors before her leading into the cafe on the right hand side and the lifts on the left made her stomach churn with nerves or was it excitement? Her fingers tapped to no particular rhythm on the steering wheel as radio 2 filtered through the speakers. She had tried to start again, to put things right in her marriage, to make more time for the kids. Suddenly that old Meatloaf song Two out Three ain't bad flashed through her head. Not for her though one out of three was her limit.
She hadn't spoken to him since that night in front of those doors, no emails, no calls, it was just as he had said..."The time had come for separation" For a while after they moved it irked and puzzled her just why she had been so upset that night when she was alone back in the safety of her car, was it just as she had reasoned to herself that the pressure of leaving her dream job, uprooting the kids and yes if she was being honest leaving new found friends behind got too much for her? For a while that was her answer she gave to the demons at the very depths of her lonely moments and there had been plenty of them. Be honest with yourself Sahira she mused you were lonely the second the car door shut that night in January.
Everything was different now of course, but was his? Would he even still be here, would they know where he'd moved onto if indeed he had moved, maybe Manchester Royal she remembered how he'd thrown that to her one day. Supposing he was still here how would he react to seeing her again...aloof...professional...arrogant that he knew it wouldn't work in Nottingham...what was it he'd said that day in the scrub room..." That she would never feel the same way she did anywhere else or with anyone else than she did beside him in that theatre on that day
It was time to go and see where he was and indeed if he was still here at all.