Chapter 18

10 years ago

The sky is mourning. You see nothing but a glimpse of light behind the thick dark of columbus clouds.

It's sparkling, causing sounds that brings fear and anxiety to everyone. The loud thunder that strikes in the sky gives scream to the hymn of a child from her deep slumber.

People are running, putting their things above their head, covering it from the droplets that slowly pouring in the surface.

She's sitting in the single seated chair outside the store. Holding the books tightly without minding the people surrounds her.

Of all the people running outside, he was the only one that Harold Oliver Shein was watching in front.

He couldn't approach her even though he wanted to protect her with the umbrella he was carrying. No rain fell on him, but his clothes were wet from sweat when he ran from their house to Lorelay's school.

"I’m late." Mr. Shein whispered as he continued to watch the girl who was silently waiting for the rain to stop.

An hour passed. Sheila arrives