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It was the kind of rain that made you forget the sun had ever existed. Abby Winters stood under the awning of a closed bookstore, her leather jacket dotted with moisture, and watched the water rush along the curb. She was supposed to be meeting someone—Darcy—a name that felt like a dare on her tongue.

Abby sat. The package in her coat pocket felt heavier now, but not in a bad way. Some meetings are accidents. Others are the universe finally getting tired of waiting. Abby winters darcy diana

Diana laughed—a small, surprised sound. She gestured to the empty seat across from her. “Then sit. Darcy’s always late.” It was the kind of rain that made

“You're not Darcy,” Diana said, her voice low and curious. her leather jacket dotted with moisture