The rain hadn't stopped since midnight. It hammered the city like a personal grudge, a relentless, icy deluge soaking everything, muffling footsteps, and turning even the simplest act of holding an umbrella into a losing battle. Lucy didn't bother with one. She walked straight into the downpour, her clothes plastered to her skin, her hair heavy and dripping, but too angry, too utterly raw, to care about the discomfort.
She was furious. A raging storm inside her, mirroring the one outside. Furious at herself for being so blindsided. Furious at Cole for his deception. And furious at the world for constantly throwing obstacles in her path.
