(Angela’s POV)
The moment Rose and I stepped into the Lexus SUV, it was as if the clouds gave up all pretense, releasing their burden in a sudden, torrential downpour that blurred the road ahead like a market trader’s tarp flung hastily over precious goods.
The car was silent, so well insulated that the only hint of the rain outside came from the downpour racing down the windshield and the soft blur sticking to the windows.
I looked through the window as the city looked abandoned—its streets emptied by the rain, its edges blurred beneath rivulets of water. I was still trying to absorb it all—everything Rose had said. Everything I’d admitted.
There was something sobering about laying your burdens bare to someone who truly mattered—about giving voice to the confusion that had ravaged yo
