Rain In My Heart (29 page)

H
e’
d said it himself:
Marshall Finch is
n’
t the only one.

Suddenly I knew, I understood.

I looked up, felt the first drop of rain on my cheek.  I flung the newspaper away.  Gemma tried to hold me, but my head was a splintering mess of hate and rage.  Everyone in the churchyard started opening umbrellas, huddling for shelter, cuddling for comfort.

What would an umbrella do for me? 

What difference would a cuddle make? 

I was broken.

All I could do now was scream, throw my hands to the rain, and
scream
.

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