The first knock was so faint, the storm outside almost drowned out the sound.Then another. Louder, more confident.I yanked the door open, expecting to see my father. Probably here to nag me about how shitty a job I was doing running Chicago.So when Ariella stood there, drowning in her oversized black pajamas, my first instinct was to jump back.She flinched, too. For a second, we stood like that, staring at each other as if we were mutants, wearing matching pajamas."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I just... it was raining and I..." She trailed off, whimpering.She stood barefoot against the cold tiles, shaking. God, I was such a dick. How the fuck did it not occur to me that storms could trigger her?"Hey, it's ok." Another round of thunder caused her to shrink back. My hand lashed out, pulling her inside gently.Her head hung down. Despite my grip on her, she refused to meet my face. The door slammed shut behind her, and she pressed herself into me, eyes wide."Ariella?
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