Lia’s POV

Lia positioned herself by the window, observing the rain flow down the glass in narrow, twisting paths. The city in the distance appeared hazy and gray, muted by the continual rain. She ought to have been packing. There remained a great deal to accomplish—boxes to close, last-minute items to collect. However, she remained still in that spot. She didn't know the reason. Perhaps it was the definiteness of everything. They were departing. Not only the apartment. Not only this ...