Chapter 30 The Quiet Between Storms
- Rain struck glass in soft cadence, the kind Isabella had dreamed of as a girl—loved, protected, shielded from danger. It struck the master bedroom windows, their tall panes, in sheets blown, obscuring the garden beyond to hazy shadow and silver striations.
- Everything within had stopped.
- The tension of the preceding days had tightened to something finer, something fragile.