The Don Who Never Meant What He Said
I turned and opened the door, and the wind cut straight through me.
In a thin dress, I walked out into the night without looking back.
No one came after me.
Behind me, Daphne laughed. “You're really not going to keep the Donna? She looks so upset.”
“Keep her?” Raphael called out loudly, on purpose. “Let her go. In half an hour she'll come crawling back to apologize.”
He didn't know that this time was different.
This time, I really was leaving.
I was going home, to my real home.