Cassia would be angry with her for coming to Vegas,
especially after she confessed how she knew to go there, but
anger wasn’t going to stop her. Not having a valid reason for
some kind of cover wasn’t going to stop her either. Her
common sense, that voice that kept telling her she was being
utterly ridiculous for fixating on a few passing hours, mocked
her, but she muttered under her breath, “Go fuck yourself.”
Yeah. There was a high chance she was going down that
rabbit hole fast.
As if nature agreed with her, a load rumble shook the house
and then the skies opened. Since it was dark, Adalynn hadn’t
realized that a storm was brewing. Even in the dead of other
states’ winter, South Carolina offered up some unique weather.
She’d never get tired of the warm, damp heat.
Adalynn stepped to the double back doors which
overlooked the backyard, or what would one day be the
backyard, but was now just a tumble of wild grasses and
weeds. She kept them cut down, hired someone to do the basic
grass cutting around the house to keep down bugs and vermin
like mice. There was no back deck or porch yet, but she
stepped out anyway.
The skies opened up as she did, drenching her with a deluge
of frigid rain. The wind kicked up, blowing her sodden
clothing against her body. Any sane person would go back
inside, but maybe she wasn’t sane. Wasn’t that what she’d just
been debating? If talking to herself was normal. If she should
go to Vegas. Both were irrational actions, but she knew she
wasn’t going to stop herself from doing either.
Adalynn wrapped her arms around her soaking wet chest
and shoulders. She lifted her face to the black sky and let the