Lydia walked through the crowd, pushing to make way. 

Anger boiled her veins.

 Anger she thought to be long gone, long lost, and long forgotten. 

It was not. Instead, it mocked her with jarring jabs and scorching emotions.

 She felt more than she saw Byron grab her hand. 

In an instant, they were in an empty alley, void of the ever moving crowd. 

To add to Lyida’s misery, the rain fell hard and thunder roared up high. 

She deemed the weather a reflection of her own mind; loud and unforgiving.

“I am sorry!” Byron said over the clamor of the busy street and storm.

 “I am sorry,” he repeated, taking...