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20.
Yesterday and a long night had passed without word or sight of Miara. I knew that she would have received my gift and note last evening at the latest. Even if her mind had still been crawling with contradictions, she would have decided by now. I had to assume that the fear of leaving her secure little nest had been too great.
I wanted her. Perhaps, I had even fallen in love with her. However, I wanted no part of her silly life. Her feelings may have come to mirror my own. I was sure she wanted me as well but my anarchistic attitude must have proved an impossible barrier for her.
I did have the two tickets. For the briefest moment, Tanna's whispered invitation to call her echoed in my ears. It was no real temptation though. Her presence would be a constant reminder of my failure with Miara.
I had occupied my morning packing a bag. I had called my attorney and informed him of my plans. Once I had made my arrangements down there, he would send over some movers. A glance at my wrist showed 3 pm. There was nothing left to do and my time had run out. With less than three hours until take off and airports being what they now were, it was time to leave.
I hoisted my leather duffel and headed for the door. The terrace and its lovely view would belong to someone else within a month.
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