His life had changed in the four months, twenty-two days, seven hours and sixteen minutes since she had last seen the back of his head as he walked away, his gait proud, her eyes moist, his fists clenched, her head hurting, his shirt crumpled, her hair billowing, he hesitating, she hoping, he trying not to turn, she willing him to look back one final time, his mind swirling with the thought that he could never go back if he did not turn around right then as she took out her phone, dialed, and collapsed in a heap, lifeless.