Betty's POV

The rain started just as Kaiser's car pulled away from the curb.

Soft at first, little drops falling in a pit-pat rhythm against the windshield, then it became heavier, drumming against the roof like it wanted to cave in.

The streetlights turned everything blurry through the windshield with orange smears and wet reflections.

"Why ?" He asked and my heart squeezed. "Why did you leave without a word Ophy? Did I do anything wrong?" He asked, his voice choked

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