Ada's dominant hand unhitched the affectionate chain both had captivated before, and drifted onward to position itself just below Leon's left shoulder-blade...perhaps inches away from where psychotic Annette had shot him.

Ms. Wong as well released a shaken sigh, and reluctantly cocked her ebony head upward: meeting his piercing, cobalt glare.

She hurt within...He loved her, she loved him, and the pain of confidentiality/hatred only intensified.

"I-..."

"I'm sorry."