Shutting the door, Caroline Newsome was stunned speechless. She turned and was walking down the sidewalk when tears began to form. It turned into a brisk walk on the road, then broke into a run as she was doing everything she could to keep from completely losing it. She was keeping that voice, that little voice in the back of her head that finally came out and said Daniel doesn't love you. That did it. She was now on the main street and tried to hail a taxi, but to no avail. She leaned against a street pole, covering her face, hoping no one she knew would walk by. She saw a green taxi and raised her hand. Surprisingly, it paused and parked. She gratefully stepped in and barely shut the door before losing her professional composure. She curled up in a ball and emitted a low wail, that she noticed to her embarrassment was coming from her. "He-doesn't-love-me" she whispered, crying so hard she shook the car. Now the tears were streaming down her face.
"It's fine. He does love you." The cab driver turned around. "How could he not?"
Stunned, Caroline blinked in disbelief at the man who spoke. "Daniel?"
