On the evening of the full moon, a spring storm was raging. In Ellie’s small apartment that she now owned instead of her impressive condo, Val sat on the arm of the armchair in the bedroom, looking out of the window. The full moon wasn’t visible, hidden by steely grey clouds. Rain was coming down hard, snaking down the windowpanes, and there was a distant echo of thunder. There was something calming about the storm. Val sat in the bedroom, not bothering to turn the light on, in one of Ellie’s warm, 100% cashmere sweaters and her own ripped jeans. Her feet dangled just above the floor. She was...relaxed. She couldn’t remember the last time she truly was relaxed.
Ellie walked into the bedroom, carrying a mug of tea, made with half cold-water, half hot-water, like Val liked, so she could drink it straight away, ‘’admiring the rain?’’ Ellie asked, slipping the cup into Val’s hand and collapsing into the armchair
