126 Chapter 126

Talking of time, how long it took Kendall to walk home along the gleaming rain- slicked streets he'd neither the idea nor the inclination to find out. Of course she'd left him, three months ago now. He wanted to believe all sorts of things. That he was better off without her, that she was with the runt-these damn ones were at the top of the list. Nothing gave him any rest though. There was a hole in his chest where his heart should have sat. Nothing sat there now. The awful knowledge that he had fallen for her, and she was what he needed to complete him, was an albatross he'd never wanted around his neck. These were the streets he'd often walked along with her. The memories haunted every corner, ghosts in the lamp-lit air. There was nothing he could do.

He had made inquiries, of course. The blank they drew was as frightening as the black corridors of his mind. The ones only his footsteps dogged.