Jean Louchanon was glad that she worked in the lab on the second floor. From here she could see the other second story windows across the street. And from those in the afternoon she could see a million suns staring at her blankly. Though, sometimes they winked playfully, enticing her out.

Lying in bed working on his laptop, Mark tried not to let his mind wander. He tried to stay focused on the reports that were supposed to be completed for work the next day. Time hadn't faded her memory anymore than it had dulled the pain. She would cross his mind during the day from time to time but much more often late at night. It had been more than three years since he'd seen her. They didn't part on very good terms. She was married which made their relationship much more complicated. Despite this, they shared a love that most people could only dream about. Stolen moments here and there were all they could manage but it was enough. They had promised each other that if they both found themselves free, they would give that love a real chance. That's why it had come as such a shock when he received her letter.