Afraid that she would miss him if she strayed from the cottage, she sat on the sofa in the main room waiting for the door to open. Time passed very slowly, but she hardly noticed. She had her thoughts to occupy her. Each second that passed, the more worried she became and the less confident she was that he would return. Maybe this was the last straw for him. Even if he truly loved her, he was only human. Everyone had a breaking point, a deal-breaker. It was a possibility that she had to come to grips with that she'd finally found his.