The morning was gloomy, as if the weight of the world was bearing down on Adrianne's shoulders. The sky was a dull, slate grey, and a persistent drizzle fell from the heavens, drenching the streets and sidewalks.

The air was heavy with the scent of wet earth and leaves, and the sound of raindrops pattering against the windows was a constant, soothing background hum. But for Adrianne, it only served to amplify the weight of her grief, to remind her that the world was still moving forward, even though her world had come to a standstill.

As she stood at the window, watching the rain fall, she couldn't help but...