Sophia
The storm rolled in without warning, the way summer storms always seem to in this city, clear skies one minute and then a wall of gray moving in fast enough that the site foreman called an early end to the walkthrough before any of us had a chance to get back to our cars.
“You’re going to get soaked,” Mark said, watching the rain start in sheets just beyond the trailer’s overhang, the construction site emptying out fast around us, workers jogging for their trucks, Patricia already gone twenty minutes earlier before the worst of it hit.
“I’ll survive. My car’s not far.”
“Your car is on the other side of the site, past the mud pit that used to be a parking area.” He nodded toward his own car, parked closer, under what little cover the site office provided. “Let me drive you. You c
