After lunch, I picked up an umbrella, a raincoat, and high boots before heading out the door. It was raining cats and dogs outside. The melancholic wet weather suited my gloomy mood. Everything felt so wrong. It was as if I was about to cheat on Desmond. He had reluctantly permitted me to see Mason and continue a friendship with him. The guy I met at the carnival could be right. Allowing people to meddle in my relationship was the root cause of our troubles. If I hadn’t discovered that ...