The woman stands alone, staring at the darkened windows of a house on any street in Las Vegas. Nights are chilly in Las Vegas, Nevada, and she is well aware of this as she pulls her coat tighter against her chest. As she exhales, a plume of steam escapes her lips and she shuffles from one foot to the other.
She knows the occupant of the house is home, the car sits in the drive next to an unknown other. Fear grips her. Unsure of her standing, she hesitated and now is unable to move closer. She jumps when a light comes on. The bedroom is illuminated, shadows cast against the window and the sheers that cover them. She can make out the outline of the man of the house and she holds her breath until another, a woman's outline reaches the man and they become one.
Unable to bear the hurt her heart feels, she turns away and walks quickly across the street to her car. She climbs in and grips the steering wheel hard as she returns her gaze to the lightened window. The figures sway back and forth as if to music, and the woman pulls her head away only to press forward, her lips touching the man's in a kiss that turns passionate quickly.
A car starts in the darkened night and pulls away from the curb, making an illegal u-turn to head back the way it came. The woman's face now covered with dampness reminiscent of the night she left this city the first time.
Her drive takes her through the bright lights of the Strip and out of the city into the dark where only headlights illuminate the moonless night. Las Vegas will never again be her home.