Ch. 1: A Stranger in the Rain

The city never really slept, and tonight neither did he.

Money could buy a great many things, she had learned, but never the one thing that was wanted most. Money could buy a great many things, she had learned, but never the one thing that was wanted most. She remembered the first time, and the last, and all the ordinary days in between that had somehow mattered more.

She remembered the first time, and the last, and all the ordinary days in between that had somehow mattered more. Money could buy a great many things, she had learned, but never the one thing that was wanted most.

Money could buy a great many things, she had learned, but never the one thing that was wanted most. The conversation turned, the way conversations do, from the easy things to the ones that mattered.

Outside, the world went on as if nothing had shifted. Inside, everything had.

"You shouldn't have come," she said, and the words landed softer than they were meant to. Nina crossed the room slowly, aware of every step, of the way she was watching without seeming to.

And somewhere beneath the fear, quiet and stubborn, something like hope began to grow.