Date = 5 April
This day is steaming downhill with no thought of making a stop.
Place = San Francisco (Enrique’s home)
POV – Aria
Mel hasn’t moved since she began reading the paper in her hands, which makes me a little queasy, and I wonder if I should shake her back to reality.
I peer through the huge windows where towering storm clouds gather — dark and looming ― as if they know our secret. The sea is a somber gray, matching the sky … and my current state of mind ― one of despair that’s drowning in uncertainty.
The first drops splatter against the glass. I examine how it breaks and then slowly trickles down in tiny streams — spellbound. A heartbeat passes.
Then — “Eeehhh!”
And the spell breaks.
Mel tosses the paper aside and gently moves her hands over her tummy, her motionless, s
