The Honest Version

Dante and Isolde left an hour after that.

The goodbye at the door was brief — Dante's hand on Leona's shoulder for a moment, the weight of it saying what he'd already said in every other form and didn't need to repeat. Isolde held her once more, slightly longer than the first time, and said nothing at all, which was its own kind of language.

Then the car pulled out of the drive and was gone.

Leona