THE ART OF FALLING
Chapter 48:
The rain had started softly, a gentle drizzle that tapped against the windows of Trisha’s apartment. Nora sat curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, a book resting forgotten in her lap. The sound of raindrops was soothing, almost meditative, but it wasn’t enough to distract her from the thoughts swirling in her mind.
Jaden’s footsteps echoed lightly as he entered the apartment, shaking off the faint rain on his jacket. The smell of wet earth and fresh rain clung to him, making Nora’s chest tighten in a familiar way. He noticed her curled posture and the pensive look in her eyes.