The next morning, Erin stepped out into the yard to wash up.
Jimmy followed her, looking smug. "I told you. You wouldn't be able to leave."
Erin brushed her teeth with irritation, tempted to spit toothpaste foam in his face.
She had decided that if she was going to leave, she would wait until Brett was gone. She didn't want him to think she was leaving just to avoid seeing him.
That night, rain pelted the grapevine trellis in the yard, the young green grapes struggling against the downpour. Soon, some were knocked to the ground.
The noise of the rain made it impossible for Erin to sleep. She grabbed an umbrella and stepped outside, feeling the cold rainwater under her feet. The scene brought back memories of being scolded by her mother for playing in the rain as a child.
Suddenly, Br
