Part Two
It seemed that she always broke his heart when she wore white nailpolish . . .
Megan had donned white nailpolish for a couple of client dinners that had gone well before changing course in life. But those times were fleeting. The memory of them was bittersweet.
He sits back and watches her reel – her white nails standing out against the dark chalkboard that she holds up for her screen test. With every smile or frown, every flicker of emotion he realizes that he is losing her. She is leaving him for another world – one without him in it.
