She walked slowly across the field in the direction of a distant barn. Her long blond hair blew around her heart shaped face in the gentle breeze, the same breeze that was drying the tears that streaked down her cheeks.
In her mind she replayed the argument over and over, saw his face screwed up in anger as he spat hate filled words at her, and she could still feel the stinging in the palm of her right hand where she had slapped him. It was over and she had to accept it.
Finally she reached the barn and slipped inside. She lay down on a bale of hay and wept. She did not know that she was not alone, too lost in her grief she missed the sound of footsteps approaching her.