He turned to leave, coat thrown carelessly over his shoulder, his deamenor just as thoughtless. He froze in the doorway, turning his head slowly as if he were afraid of what he might see. She stood in silence, hope glittering in her eyes. He took a step forward, and then another, and a third. He stopped. This time he turned all the way around and without a second thought he was running, running back, his coat forgotten in the doorway.