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Rain After the Snow
Rain After the Snow
Author: Dayless Reverie

Chapter 1

Author: Dayless Reverie
"Willa, we can talk about this. Please put the knife down."

Julian Prescott closed his bare hand around the blade I'd pressed to my throat. Its edge bit into his palm, and blood began dripping between his fingers.

I let go without thinking.

Then the last words he'd spoken to me in my previous life flashed through my head.

"In our next life, please let me go."

Last time, I'd held a knife to my throat, too. Julian had asked, with that same weary patience, what I wanted from him.

I'd told him I wanted to get married. Immediately. No more excuses.

So he'd driven me straight to the county clerk's office. We'd arrived ten minutes before closing, because he was desperate to get back to Sophie Vale, his first love, who had a high fever.

No veil. No proper clothes. Not even a ceremony as convincing as the pretend weddings we'd staged as children.

I'd held our marriage certificate and laughed until I cried.

After 188 attempts to force his hand, the one thing I'd wanted had come almost absurdly easily.

Back then, I'd been ecstatic. Now the memory only felt cruel.

I studied Julian's face. His eyebrows. His eyes. The curve of his mouth. Every detail was exactly as I remembered.

For three years, I'd dreamed about him, yet each time I woke, pieces of his face slipped away.

Today, I could finally remember all of it.

And that meant I could finally say goodbye.

"Julian, let's break up."

He blinked. Fatigue and resignation crossed his face. Then he crouched in front of me, dipped a cotton swab in antiseptic, and gently cleaned the thin cut on my neck.

"I know you're upset that I postponed the wedding. But Sophie's depression has gotten bad again.

"She's not stable right now. I really can't leave her alone."

He looked up, his expression open and earnest.

"I promised your father I'd look after you for the rest of your life. I meant it, and I still do."

He paused.

"So could you please stop making scenes?"

The face in front of me was the same one I'd last seen covered in blood, dying to save me. A dull ache spread through my chest.

I didn't answer. Instead, I counted silently.

Three.

Two.

One.

Right on cue, his phone rang.

Sophie's sobs poured through the speaker the moment he answered.

The calm in Julian's voice vanished.

"Sophie, don't be scared. I'm on my way."

He hung up, grabbed his car keys, and strode toward the front door.

"Sophie's running a high fever. I have to check on her.

"Be good, okay? I'll make time tomorrow to take you dress shopping."

The door shut before I could respond.

I stood in the empty house and almost laughed.

It was always like that. Julian asked whether something was all right, whether I minded, whether I could understand.

But my answer never mattered.

He'd already decided. And Sophie always won.

This time, I didn't run after him or pound on the door.

I picked up my phone and canceled tomorrow's bridal appointment.

Then I booked a train ticket, departing in three days for the remote high desert of the Red Basin.

In my last life, I'd stayed in the glittering city of Westbridge for Julian and driven myself half-mad trying to hold on to him.

This time, I wanted to see the borderlands where my father had spent most of his life serving his country.

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    I returned to Sawyer's Gap.Years passed.In five years, the run-down elementary school grew into several bright new classroom buildings.With the money Robert had given me when the engagement ended, I established an education fund for girls whose families couldn't afford the supplies and travel they needed to stay in school.My days were simple, but they were full.Every year, the school received an enormous anonymous donation, along with boxes of new books and teaching equipment.There was never a return address or a name.I knew who sent them anyway.I didn't turn the supplies away. The children needed them.But I never sent a reply, not even a single word.Some chances, once lost, are gone for good.In autumn, the cottonwoods in the desert grove turned a brilliant gold, as vivid as a painting.I brought the children into the trees to sketch.The breeze rattled the yellow leaves overhead.One little boy tugged at my sleeve and pointed toward the dunes."Ms. Hart, look

  • Rain After the Snow   Chapter 10

    The operation was a success. Julian's lower leg had been saved, though he faced a long recovery and months of rehabilitation.Sunlight spilled across his hospital bed when he woke.He spotted me on the sofa and smiled with unmistakable relief."Thank you for staying, Willa."His voice was quiet and weak.I rose, walked to his bedside, and took a packet of papers from my bag."Now that you're awake, I'd like you to sign these."A lawyer had prepared a formal agreement ending our engagement for good.In truth, I could have left without it. As long as I never went back to Julian, the papers meant very little.But I wanted something definite. Something written down.I wanted to stand before my father's grave and tell him that I had brought this part of my life to a proper end.Finish what you start. That was what he'd taught me.I wanted him to know his daughter could have a good life even without anyone there to take care of her.Dad had been a proud man who'd given his best

  • Rain After the Snow   Chapter 9

    When spring arrived, several violent storms swept through the mountains beyond our town.Weeks of rain loosened the hillsides. Mudslide warnings sounded almost every day.One afternoon, I was walking a few of the children who lived farthest away over the mountain trail toward their homes.I didn't know when Julian had started following us, but he kept his distance a little way behind.Halfway up the slope, a deep rumble came from the ground beneath my feet.I looked up.A huge boulder was tumbling toward us through a rush of mud and water."Run!"I grabbed the children's hands and pulled them toward a grassy rise beside the trail.But my legs weakened. My foot slid out from under me, and I fell hard into the mud.The rock was almost on top of me when a pair of strong arms lifted me off the ground.Julian threw me with all his strength toward the safe patch of grass.I landed on the soft slope and turned just in time to see the boulder slam into him."Julian!"I screamed h

  • Rain After the Snow   Chapter 8

    Julian kept his word. He never deliberately appeared in front of me again.But somehow, he was everywhere in the life I'd built.Winter arrived early in the high desert. When heavy snow blocked the mountain roads, supplies in town became painfully scarce.Yet coal and fresh vegetables quietly began filling the school's storeroom. Every child suddenly had a pair of warm winter boots.The mayor told me, smiling, that a Mr. Prescott from Westbridge had donated it all.I stood at the blackboard with a piece of chalk in my hand and watched snow drift past the windows. I said nothing.One weekend evening, I went to the post office to mail a letter.By the time I started home, the snowfall was thick enough to blur the street.Around a corner, I spotted Julian helping a local man push a stalled truck.Mud splattered his expensive coat. His dress shoes were so filthy I could hardly recognize them.But he looked calm and patient, without a trace of complaint.The driver kept thanking

  • Rain After the Snow   Chapter 7

    "Take it back. I don't want it."I didn't even look at the container. I turned toward the school.Julian didn't stop me. His voice was as gentle as ever."I know you don't want to see me, Willa. That's okay."But at least now there's one more person here who cares about you."He rented a room at the town's only little inn and became a quiet presence on the edges of my life.Every morning, another broken school desk or chair appeared, repaired and ready to use. Someone replaced the cracked windowpanes that let the wind pour into our classrooms.At lunchtime, a mug of warm spiced fruit tea would appear on my desk.I knew who'd left it. I never drank any of it. I poured every cup into the soil beneath the trees.One afternoon, a light rain began to fall.When I came out of my classroom, Julian was standing beneath the eaves with a black umbrella. He wore a plain white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and held a picture book for the children in his other hand.Raindrops slid fro

  • Rain After the Snow   Chapter 6

    After thirty-six hours of rattling along the tracks, the train finally stopped at Sawyer's Gap, a lonely town in the Red Basin.Wind whipped sand against my face hard enough to sting.I stepped onto the platform with one suitcase, still weak from the hospital. I glanced back at the rails stretching toward Westbridge and let everything I'd left behind fade into the distance.I rented a small one-story house on the edge of town and buried what remained of Dad's ashes in a grove of desert cottonwoods behind it.Kneeling in the dry earth, I ran my fingers over his rough gravestone.For a moment, I was eighteen again, standing at his funeral.Julian had stood beside me beneath a black umbrella. He'd wiped the tears from my face and made me a solemn promise."Don't be scared, Willa. I'm here. From now on, the Prescotts are your family."He'd been thoughtful and principled back then, always perfectly mannered. Being near him had made me feel safe.Only later did I understand that a m

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