Maya
One week later…
Rain drizzled down steadily, dropping incessantly and splattering against the pavement.
I stood under a small metal bus shelter with Christopher holding tightly onto my hand as we waited desperately to hail a cab.
I knew deep down there probably wasn’t one coming anytime soon. It was raining and likely going to get much heavier. But I still made a silent prayer that luck would somehow shine on us today.
Thankfully, I’d sensed the rain coming before it actually started and made sure Christopher was wearing thick enough clothes to protect him from the cold and wet.
“Mummy,” Christopher said, and I looked down to see a distressed expression on his little face.
I bent forward to give him my full attention. “Yes, honey?”
“It’s raining really hard now. What if it doe
