Helena heard the door shut on the other side of the house, but it took her to hear the familiar Ferrari start up for her eyes to open wide. She was silent, though the tears still came. Not even going to him before he pulled away would stop him, even if he hadn't seen the two of them together. There was nothing she could do. She heard him speed away and felt the small pang somewhere in her torso, but she didn't speak of it. Let's go back in, she whispered.