Elizabeth

The rain had stopped, but I was still soaked.

My blouse clung to my skin, water dripped down my neck, and every step I took made a wet squelching sound in my shoes. I wrapped my arms around myself, trembling.

"Stupid Jason," I muttered through chattering teeth. "Stupid umbrella. Stupid Jessica. Stupid rain."

My anger kept me warm for about three seconds before the cold returned.

The street was quiet. Empty. Just me and the puddles reflecting the streetlights.

Then I heard it: the low