Chapter 89

Sleep didn’t come for me that night. A terrible storm brewed outside the window, matching my somber mood perfectly.

Usually, a rainstorm would have had me knocked out, but right then, it only added to my discomfort. Rain poured down, lightening flashed, and thunder clapped loudly. The wind whistled harshly, scraping bare branches against the window.

I recalled the story my mom used to tell me and my sister when we were little girls. When it thundered God was moving furniture around. When lightning flashed, he was turning on the lights. And when it rained, he was crying.

We were taught to believe in a different God than the ones I more recently learned about, but is that what was happening? Were the gods crying?

I laid on my back staring up into the dark as if would reveal the answers of the universe. The things that just happened haunted me. I wondered if they could have been handled differently or if somewhere we took a wrong turn. Would it always be like this?

So typical of me to