Chapter 13 After The Rain

• The rain had stopped.
• Evelyn stood on the steps of Sterling Tower, her face tilted upward, and felt the last drops fall. Cool. Gentle. The sky above was breaking open, clouds pulling apart like torn cotton, revealing the first pale streaks of dawn. The city glistened. Wet and quiet. Washed clean.
• She breathed in. Deep. Full. The air tasted like wet concrete and exhaust and something else. Something she couldn't name.