He left before she could respond. Sylvia stood frozen for a second, the room still buzzing with whispered reactions. Her pulse was pounding in her ears. She looked from her mother's shattered expression to Tom's red, trembling face.
"Well," she said bitterly, "there you have it. Screwed up our lives. You happy now?"
Sylvia grabbed her purse and rose to her feet. As she reached the door, she noticed Winn had left his jacket on the chair. She picked it up, pressing it briefly to her face before hurrying out the door.
But by the time she made it outside, Winn was already gone.
Cars sped by along Park Avenue, horns blaring, the hum of the city unbothered by the implosion of her family. Reese was standing beside the car parked at the curb.
His sunglasses hid his expression, "Are you ready to leave, Miss Kane?"
Sylvia turned toward him, still dazed. "Uh… yeah," she murmured, clutching Winn's jacket close to her chest. "Yeah, sure. Just take me home."
