Chapter 45

After finishing their cereal, Rachel and Becca headed out to the porch with their coffee. The thunderstorm was abating, and had changed to a soft and comforting drizzle. The smell of the rain warmed her heart and as they sat down on the swinging lounger, Rachel inhaled deeply, savoring the sensation it awakened in her.

Becca playfully shoulder bumped her.

“Since we were kids, this was always your favorite kind of weather. I remember how you used to open every window and door, to Mom's chagrin."

“It gives me peace,” Rachel smiled. “And the forecast looks like rain for the whole week, so I am in my element.”

“Dad loved it too…”

Becca’s voice trailed off in sadness at the mention of their dad. Rachel scooted closer, pulling Becca into an embrace. The memory of their father's death, was still so raw for them. He died, doing what he loved though. Saving lives.

After his death, the city even honored him posthumously, with a medal of valor. That was the day, when it really sunk in, that he w