It was as if he could hear his girl standing before him, gazing at him quietly. Like a phantom, she spoke to him, word by word. "Henry Lester, my debt to you is paid. Henry Lester, I don't owe you anything anymore."
Henry Lester felt like he was trapped in a nightmare. He finally woke up the next day with a splitting headache. When he saw the torn clothes scattered across the floor, the bloodstains on the sheets, and his own naked body, he was utterly stunned.
He remembered his girl... It seemed she had come back last night.
'What did I do? What in God's name did I do?'
Yara Quillan didn't know how she'd gotten out. All alone, she dragged her aching body along the road, walking on and on.
'How could I believe it?'
'How could I possibly believe that Henry Lester would do such a thing to me?'
She didn't know if she was crying or laughing. Tears streamed endlessly from her eyes, blurring her vision until she couldn't see anything at all.
'How long have I been walking?'
