(Karen’s POV – Present Tense)

The storm doesn’t stop for two days.

It starts as a whisper against the window, then grows into a relentless downpour — the kind that drowns out everything else. Maybe it’s fitting. Maybe the sky’s been waiting to wash all of this away too.

I spend most of those days curled on the couch with Dre, silence stretching between us. Not heavy. Not awkward. Just… full. Like we’re both too tired to fill it with words.

The envelope from Yasmin still sits ...