Kit’s POV

A storm was coming. I could smell the rain. Thickness in the air.

Brewing in the clouds. Dark gray and angry with lightning flashing in the distance. I grimaced, turning my attention back to sealing my client’s windows. Last one of the day. Then I could go back to my apartment and drink myself into a stupor until I fell asleep and couldn’t hear the thunder anymore.

I hated the crack of thunder.

It reminded me too much of my eighteen ...