Emma’s POV
THE NEXT DAY
Rain fell steadily that day, turning the pack house grounds muddy.
I used to remember going out in the rain when I was younger, how I used to let the water drench me from head to toe and I would play and play until I was exhausted.
I felt like letting the rain touch me, so I slipped out of the suite alone, drawn to the sound of it drumming on the roof. The cool drops hit my skin as I stepped onto the covered porch, then farther, into the open courtyard. I tilted my face up, letting the rain kiss my cheeks, my hair, my arms. It reminded me of my childhood once more; of those times I used to run barefoot through summer storms, laughing as Mom called me back inside. She’d warned me about playing in the rain several times, but I wouldn’t listen. The simple pleasur
