Felix felt Sophia's hand move. His heart winced at the thought that she is pulling her hand away again. 'Is this the end? Is this how she tells me that I'm out of chances?'
Sophia was torn. She wants to be with him, but also wants to stay firm. 'Is there a compromise? Does it need to be a choice between two extremes? What if I give him a chance to fix things? I owe him that much. I owe myself that much.' Sophia's hand moved and she grasped his. "How?" She lifted her head and faced him.
For a moment, Felix was surprised that she is holding his hand. He looked at her and their eyes met. He saw that she loves him, and that she is in pain. If he is going to fix this, he needs to harden his resolve. "Come. Join me, please."
Sophia took few minutes in the bathroom to tidy up and joined him in the living room. Felix handed her tan purse and led her outside.
When Felix opened front passenger door of his mother's car for her, Sophia hesitated.
* maman = mother in French