Adelaide might have been able to resist seeing his name on a computer screen. She might have been able to resist a glimpse of him, even, though she doubted it. She could not, not even for a moment, resist him calling to her like that. The instant his voice broke on her name her will was cracked and she was undone. Whether she would get it together again later or not, in that moment she was undone.
She stopped with her hand on the doorpull, the knife from her other hand clattering to the cold sidewalk. She turned, and her face was pale, eyes huge. "Jims," she said. It was a wonder that the word traveled to his ears, breathed out as it was like a haunted, sacred word, but it did. Then she was sprinting back across the street, weapon discarded, ballet flats swift across the cracked pavement, and she threw herself at him.