Abby and Diana exchanged a glance. The rain drummed on the glass.
Inside, the bell above the door chimed. Diana looked up. For a second, neither spoke. Abby winters darcy diana
It was the kind of rain that made you forget the sun had ever existed. Abby Winters stood under the awning of a closed bookstore, her leather jacket dotted with moisture, and watched the water rush along the curb. She was supposed to be meeting someone—Darcy—a name that felt like a dare on her tongue. Abby and Diana exchanged a glance
Abby sat. The package in her coat pocket felt heavier now, but not in a bad way. Some meetings are accidents. Others are the universe finally getting tired of waiting. her leather jacket dotted with moisture