"We go to movies." It had rung false even as the words fell from her lips. And the look on her face - incredulity at the question and a tinge of fear, just around the eyes. In spite of the anger and self-loathing roiling inside him and clouding his vision, he hadn't missed the fear. Fear of what? a detached, logical part of his mind wondered absently. Not of his reaction, certainly. She hadn't, couldn't have, cared about the effect on him. If she had, the surreal conversation with Philip wouldn't have happened and this awful, hollow ringing wouldn't be filling his ears, his head...his heart.
His heart. Yes, that hurt worst. Could she really have missed all the times he had tried to give it to her? Or worse, had she known, understood his intentions, and chosen to ignore them? He shook his head. It hardly mattered now. Sara was gone and his heart...well, it was still his.