Rain, Favoritism, and a New Direction

Summary

The car tore through the rain.

Instinctively, Caleb yanked his protégé back from the curb.

And a wave of filthy street water soaked me from the knees down.

“Rachel’s just a freshman,” he explained, not looking at me. “She’d have a meltdown if her new dress got dirty.”

I said nothing.

I just stared down at the brand-new white pants I’d bought specifically to meet his mother. I tried to wipe the mud away, but the dark, ugly stain only spread across the fabric.

A hollow feeling bloomed in my chest.

I looked up at him. “You know what? I think I’ll sit this one out.”

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