Next day, The rain tapped softly against the pavement as Sarah hurried toward the home, her bag slipping from her shoulder and spilling onto the wet ground. She crouched quickly, gathering her things, rain soaking her hair and clothes as she fumbled to shove items back inside.

Suddenly, the rain stopped falling on her, though it still drummed in steady sheets around her. She looked up, breath catching, to find Nathan holding a yellow umbrella over her, rain dripping from its edges.

Neither of ...