Chapter 72 Things We Don't Say
- It rained that evening.
- Not a storm. Not the angry kind that slammed against windows and made the lights flicker. Just soft, steady rain that coated the world in a hush.
- Ariana stood by the balcony, arms folded against the light breeze, watching droplets gather on the glass railing. The city looked quieter like this. Slowed down. As if the world had agreed to pause with her.