CHAPTER FOURTY-SIX - RUMBLING

PENELOPE

The rain had finally stopped. I stared out the window again, my body thrumming. The clouds still weighed down on the horizon, dark and heavy, a thick fog settling over the tops of the trees where the rain had been just minutes before. It was the kind of rain that seemed dramatic, like it had fell only for the purpose of to add a little more character into my presently messed up life.

Cool mist fogged at the edges of the glass window before slowly spreading to the center where it made the glass opaque. I swiped my palm against the glass, the cool mist forming together to rolled down a few drops of water and I peered through. The rain had stopped though high cold winds still blew and rustled the branches of slender trees.

I couldn’t spot the mountains anymore, their peaks hidden behind the fog blanketing the very tops of the trees. It looked almost like a painting, or a very artistic photograph. Nothing moved in the picture before me, there were no birds flitting from branch to