"I already told you—I was clumsy as a kid and got cut by a vase. Why do you keep asking? It's annoying," Rebecca said, losing her patience and climbing into bed.

Thunder crashed outside again, and Rebecca burrowed under the covers, wrapping herself up completely.

"What are you doing?" Zachary asked, noticing the way she was acting—almost like a frightened child.

Rebecca looked up at him. "You should go. It's about to rain."

Zachary looked ...