She stared open mouthed as he slammed the door behind him.
She ran to the window to watch him go.
There was a commotion outside the flat. He was lying in the road in a pool of blood. She watched as people panicked, looking round for the gun or knife attacker. No one looked up at the middle-aged woman in the upstairs window.
“Good riddance” she thought as she ripped the note she was going to leave for him into pieces and started to unpack her suitcase.