19.

Standing by the window in her darkened room, Ayesha washed the rain wash over the clear glass. It was only the second time since she arrived that she was witnessing a storm. Ayesha wished for a lighter rain, so she could walk under it without fear of being drenched from skin to bone. She wanted to dance under the showers and feel the pellets of water kiss her face.

She rested her head on the glass, her phone in her hand. Joseph had long gone to bed, but she couldn't do the same.

The nightmares had grown the past few weeks and robbed her of all joy. They had stopped in the past, but anxiety and worry were always the triggers to revive them.

Wistful, she pushed the window open an inch. Big enough to allow fresh air in and a few wisps of rain. Her eyes lowered to her phone screen, and she stared at the contacts on her phone.

Dimitri's, to be exact.

It was nine in the evening, and she had no business calling him at such a late hour. She had nothing of his, no jacket to return or a bag to