Humphrey Takes Stock
It was 3am and Humphrey sat alone on the veranda, listening to the waves gently, relentlessly, lapping the shore. So much had happened, yet he wanted so much more; needed so much more.
He had come a long way since he first arrived in Saint Marie, only a few short months ago. He'd arrived there certain that Sally, his beautiful, witty, adored wife would soon be by his side; starting their new life together. But the rug had been pulled from under him when he'd got her message.
Throwing himself into his work, Humphrey had tried hard to make it on his own, leaning on his team for support; the team who he'd got to know so well. The team? Or just Camille? And then suddenly, out of the blue, Sally had been standing there, just as if nothing had happened.
When he'd agreed to meet her that first evening, Humphrey was hardly able to understand what he was feeling. He listened to Sally, heard what she had to say, but it was too much to digest. Unaware that Camille was anxiously watching him, Humphrey had rushed away, needing to be alone, to think things through.
All the next day, Humphrey was pre-occupied with thoughts of what might have been, and what might still be, with Sally, his wife, the woman he'd loved so very, very much. Yes, loved. In the past. He knew what he had to do.