All the Little Raindrops

by Mia Sheridan

but the part of him that was still the boy he’d once been had wanted her to know him. Or at least to hear him. He’d also given her information about who they were. He’d waited for the flashing light on the wall that would warn him he was broaching subjects that were off limits.

Alone. It made him feel alone.

Maybe the FBI didn’t even know about it, because the person who filed the police report on Noelle was her friend Paula Hathaway.

Once, they’d received all the luck they needed just when they needed it, and that’s why they were here now, laughing in the face of loss. Because they could. What a wonderful thing to lose and be able to say no big deal

It was his father. He was sure of it. The photo had been taken from behind. It had to have been Noelle’s mother who’d taken it. There was no intimacy happening. His father hadn’t known she was there.

“the business folded. I suppose the family has . . . moved on to other pursuits. When they closed their doors, many other businesses in the area linked to them did as well.

Not a ruby, a diamond. An exceedingly rare red diamond.”

“That’s the name of my father’s therapist,” Noelle said, confusion in her tone as she brought her index finger to the headline. Evan’s head whipped in her direction. “Professor Vitucci? He’s my therapist,” he said. “What?” she asked, her brows knitting. “I don’t understand.”

the wealth as he saw fit to those who had possessed enough innate decency to sacrifice themselves for a stranger. How rare the quality was that inspired such a choice. As rare as the two red diamonds that would help them live easier lives.