Jane
I blinked up at Julius through the rain, trying to make sense of his presence.
He was here, standing in front of me like some kind of hallucination my desperate brain had conjured because I needed someone, anyone, to care.
It was hard to believe that he was real, but he was. Water ran down his face, his dark hair plastered to his forehead and his expensive suit jacket darkened as the rain soaked through.
"What are you doing here?" My voice came out hoarse and broken.
He didn't answer. He just moved, quickly, grabbing the handle of my rolling suitcase with one hand and slinging my duffel bag over his shoulder with the other.
"Come on." He said quietly, his free hand reaching for my elbow.
I let him pull me to my feet. I had no strength left to argue, no pride left to refuse hel
