ABIGAIL’S POV

The rain pattered against the windows of the cabin as the moving clouds caused light to play along the walls and furniture. It was freezing cold outside with the wet weather and breeze, but it was gorgeous.

I loved rainstorms; there was nothing more inspiring than one. The way the clouds made the lighting almost ethereal, making everything bask in a dull glow. Although, I didn’t love being cold.

I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered, sitting on the ...