I should have known better.

As much as I prayed that he would believe me, I should have known better. After grabbing a cab to get away from the wealthy neighborhood that Noah lived in, I headed for the city park. I couldn’t tell how long I had walked since being dropped off there. Walking was all I could seem to manage through the endless tears and heartache. The city’s heartbeat was in my ears, a constant hum of cars and voices. Then much to my luck, out of nowhere, thunder ...