Chapter 75: Flashes Of Memory

Standing in front of the window, Christina watched the dark, ominous clouds gather in the sky. The wind had picked up, howling through the night like a wolf searching for its pack. The first crack of thunder split the air, followed by the rolling boom that reverberated overhead. Christina silently observed the flashes of lightning and mumbled to herself, “He was right. It really is a stormy night.” As the storm intensified, rain began to lash out in a torrential and unforgiving way. The streaks of hot silver lightning tearing through the sky fascinated her. The scent of rain was dark and intoxicating that night, mingling with the heaviness in her heart. Christina’s thoughts were as tumultuous as the storm outside, and she found an odd comfort in knowing that her heart wasn’t the only thing screaming and howling in pain. Even the sky had grown tired of keeping silent. The white flashes of lightning against the dark sky were like camera flashes, capturing memories on the film of her mi