The gentle pitter-patter of rain soothed Kiara as she sat by the window ledge with a book in her hand. She could feel drops of rain routinely fall on her ruffled skirt, which calmed her down yet drove her almost crazy at the same time.
It reminded her of that story about a man who was tortured with drops of water on his head at a slow pace. Moral of the story? It made him run mad! The man lost his sanity totally. It was called the Chinese Water Torture.
However, a droplet of water was the least of Kiara’s worries at the moment. As soon as she got back home, she was overwhelmed with many silly feelings. Feelings that included immense guilt and confusion.
Guilt because they’d almost been caught one too many times. And confusion because she didn’t know whether to continue or stop. It felt
