She stared long and hard at the white window sill. She saw the chipped paint with hairline cracks that reminded her of broken eggshells. She saw that a light was on behind the draped curtains, a confirmation that he was still in the room. She just stood there on the sidewalk – staring.
She thought she saw the curtains sway, but she was mistaken. A split-second after it moved, a gust of wind threw her hair in every direction, a confirmation that he didn’t even watch her leave.
At that point, she realized that all she can do then was stare.