His body was tense. In the dark, his hand reached out to touch my cheek. Only after confirming there were no tears did he finally explode. 

“Diana, there’s thunder and pouring rain. And you won’t answer your phone or reply to my messages. Are you trying to scare me to death?” 

It was only then I noticed the sound of rain against my windows. 

A delayed wave of fear surged up, and I instinctively gripped his hand. My voice was hoarse. “I didn’t hear it.” 

Sean had died on a night like this. 

Ever since, I couldn’t sleep when it rained. Neither could Callum. For five years, we’d gotten through stormy nights hand in hand, comforting each other through the dread. 

He would whisper to me, over and over again, telling me not to be afraid. 

But now, his face was pale. 

He stared at me for a long time before speaking. “You’re staying at my place tonight.” 

I pulled away and shook my head. 

“You have someone you like now. It wouldn’t be appropriate.”