Liana's Pov

The rain had stopped, but the streets still glistened with water, there were puddles around, some marked with lines that looked like rainbows. Growing up, we were told that it was as a result of oil being on the floor before the rain. The windshield wipers moved lazily now, not because we necessarily needed it but Stanley left it working, squeaking faintly as they moved. I sat in the passenger seat, staring at the road ahead but not really seeing it. My mind was too busy ...