Outside, the rain stopped. Lucia didn’t need to check for a rainbow. She had something better: a crooked bowl drying on the shelf, a cat purring in the corner, and Zara Durose’s hand warm in hers.
“I believe in evidence. In things I can test. Repeatable results.”
“I’ve watched a lot of YouTube.”
Lucia bumped her shoulder. “That’s the same thing, you know.”
“I don’t believe in signs,” Zara said eventually. “But I believe in you.” lucia love and zara durose
But Lucia was waiting for a sign. And Zara was waiting for proof.
“Lucia Love. The book avalanche.”
Lucia Love had always been the kind of person who believed in signs. A double rainbow, a stray cat crossing her path left to right, a song playing on the radio at the exact moment she thought of someone—she collected them like charms on a bracelet. Zara Durose, on the other hand, believed in nothing she couldn’t hold in her hands.