The rain came down as if the heavens had opened, and a dam had burst, sending gallons of rainwater down so fast, the wipers could barely handle the downpour. Pulling over onto the side of the road, I called Sydney. There was still no answer, so instead, I rambled on, about my visit to the mall and my phone call to my kids. It was the longest voicemail i'd ever left, and after a while I was just talking to myself. The rain was so loud I knew she'd get only the gist of what I was saying, but it didn't matter. I wanted to feel close to her, I wanted to know she was connected to me as she listened to the message later. As I hung up, my phone bleeped.
'Will call you in an hour or so. I love you. Syd. Xx'
I don't really know how many times I read the message. I opened it and closed it and open
