Dark clouds had taken the sun hostage, shrouding the entire capital city in a hazy blanket of gray mist.
Soon, the droplets of water began to drench the earth, and the ground soaked it in with a feverish thirst, just like all the living creatures that the immense heat had pained.
Everyone welcomed the rain, except for Severine.
Ah, no. There was another person who had grumbled over this untimely weather change just like her.
[The clouds always fuck with me!] Alina had cursed on the phone, irritated that her practice had been stopped.
"Hmm."
Severine listened, drowning in the splashing noise of water hitting the car window, not knowing when Alina had finished cursing, and the line went dead.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sound of the call ending brought her back to her senses, or at least as much sense as she could muster at that moment.
Her notebook lay beside her, and on it was the file Samuel had sent her.
It was from Isabella.
