Out the window, she sees people moving, four flights down. She turns away and decides to leave the hotel. She bundles Carl up and unfolds his stroller.
As she is about to lock the door, she considers taking the phone off the hook. If he calls he'll think she is there. He'll know she hasn't left, that she is still waiting for him. But she thinks the better of it.
Outside, breathing the cool, clean air, she feels refreshed. It's June but still cold enough for a jacket.