Once
Connie had got rid of Ric she tidied herself up and tried to get on
with the day like normal. She only saw Michael once when he walked
past her in the corridor. She called out to him but he completely
ignored. Tears welled up inside her as she ran for her office. The
truth was Connie really loved Michael. Their marriage had never been
conventional but they had loved each other deeply, or so Connie had
thought. She had convinced herself that if she just apologised to
Michael about yesterday evening then it would be forgotten and things
would go back to normal. But the blunt refusal to acknowledge that
she existed brought that dream crashing down. Michael didn't love
her, possibly never had done. The hopelessness of her situation hit
her again. Where was she going to stay tonight? She couldn't go
back home, that was clear. She had no family nearby and no friends
whatsoever. To add to this she'd managed to leave her purse at
home. She could go home now, while Michael was at the hospital, get
the purse and book into a hotel. That was the only thing she could
do, besides spending another night on the sofa in her office.