The leaves rustled, and a woman in a black leather bodysuit jumped down from the tree. She stood beneath it, watching the man behind the window from afar, turbulent emotions swirling in her eyes.
"Bill…"
Adrian Desmond hated this name; he really hated it! It signified a past he didn't want to remember, a memory he desperately wanted to sever ties with.
Adrian turned his head and glanced at the woman sleeping soundly on the bed, his eyes gentle. Alice recalled the private scene she had just witnessed: him smiling brightly and charmingly at that woman, the corners of his mouth curving into a warm, beautiful arc. She had never seen Bill smile before. The smiling Bill from moments ago was a stranger, as if she had never known him at all.
