Venting her anger on the stubborn clothes which refused to fit into the suitcase, she punched it a few times before giving in to her tears. She cried for Danny, for her husband, her daughter and for the future she had planned out that may never happen. As the tears subsided, she curled up on the bed, her face red and hot. Feeling his arm slip around her waist somehow comforted her
"Don't go" he begged, holding her tightly and kissing her head. She didn't reply, tired from the emotional roller coaster the day had turned into, she drifted off into a restless sleep filled with long forgotten demons.
She awoke to find 3 hours had gone. More than 3 hours. It was 21.13, exactly 6 hours 7 minutes after the encounter with Harry. Relieved he hadn't chased her up, she lay back on the bed, maybe she wouldn't go. The idea of staying here with Will and Bella seemed so much more appealing than returning to England.
"Please be here when I get back" he said, dressed for work. He had to cover the premier of a movie on the other side of the city tonight. Zoe smiled at him, she couldn't promise him anything, instead she smiled, nodded and kissed him goodbye. He wrapped his arms around her in a lingering embrace she wished would last forever, saddened as he reluctantly let go and left.
Trudging downstairs, she entered their living room where Bella was contently amusing herself in the octagonal playpen set up by the window. Zoe smiled and picked up a few pieces of crockery which had been left around the room and deposited them in the kitchen. Returning to the lounge she froze. Bella was gone. Frantically she spun round to find Harry standing in the doorway to the kitchen
"Where is she!"
"She's in the car. We have to go."
"How dare you come into-"
"ZOE. We have to go."
Gently but with enough force he took hold of her arm and led her out of the front door, through all of her protest. She couldn't take Isabel with her, it was too dangerous, she couldn't do that to Will, how was she going to get the message to him, maybe she could leave a note. Too late. The car pulled away from the house, leaving the door wide open, wavering as the breeze pushed it to and fro.